undo the restraints...

popping pills
eating glass
stainless steel
smoking grass

if i had a dime for everytime i wanted to get away
i'd have all the dimebags i crave by now

i finish rewinding all this shit up, some jackass pushes play
got to unplug this game, but got to first know how.

i'll smash my head gainst the screen till something breaks
- i don't care which
and you can write on my tombstone
mother nature is a bitch

love to shut the world up permanently
i'd cut their throats out
then hear them try to shout
'be happy!' -hmm, looks like you could use some surgery...
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give feed back.
i'm buzzed, does it rhyme and rhythem?

my turn at MEME - a through z:

um... alright, i've been tagged for MEME by

scraps

no freakin clue why i'm doing this or what i done to deserve this, but what the he(ll/ck).
here goes nothing...

Accent: i think a blend of californian and tristate area (correct me if i lie)
Booze: ahh. none for me. think of it as a recovering alchoholic.
Chore I Hate: toss up 'tween doing the dishes and taking out the garbage.
Dogs/Cats: dogs. one day, when i've mine own pad...*sigh* (cats aren't terrible either. but they poop in the sandbox)
Essential Electronics: my mac and... um... er... a taser?
Favorite Perfume/Cologne: hang pouperiee bags from my armpits (doesn't everyone?)
Gold/Silver: rather gold on the way to the pawn shop, but silver in the breakfront/drawer/cane handle/etc.
Hometown: from cali to torono to n.j. to monsey. they're all places i've lived, but none have ever been a REAL HOMEtown in my book. just another bathroom stop on the highway of life.
Insomnia: unless i chug a pot of hard coffee before i shut eyes, morphius is good to me.
Job Title: slacker
Kids: except for my 2 year old cousin who calls me daddy....
Living Arrangements: physically-with the rest of my atomic family. mentally-so far away.....
Most Admired Trait: you'd have to ask my legions of groupies and fanclubs.
Number of sexual partners: oh. i've got my own harem. (hello? what the hell were you on when you wrote this question?)
Overnight Hospital Stays: dunno. when i was born... and when i got stitches? or broke my arm? or when i broke it again? can't remember.
Phobia: heights. suppose it had something to do with the aforementioned injuries.
Quote: (guys?? help me out here!)
Religion: Jewish.
Siblings: 3. a noisy nosey little sister, a mad chillin big sister, and an adopted swedish meatball named sven
Time I usually wake up: heh, depends what time i'm asleep.
Unusual Talent: i've been told that everything about me's unusual
Vegetable I refuse to eat: mohamad ali
Worst Habit: procrastination
X-Rays: of course.
Yummy Foods I make: chicken marsala
Zodiac Sign: sagittarius
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ahright.... who're the next victims?
argh! i'd say everyone who hasn't been tagged yet.
doodlehead, flor,libby,smb,sw/fm,tomboy, trixies, etc.- if you haven't been tagged yet, you're 'it'.

beat your swords to... building blocks?

i've never been a diehard peace activist; so until they come to me, i'm just gonna tell it to you.

over the last few days, i've been privy to a wonder that will unite all of mankind.
a creation so remarkable it's very name will strike fear in the cowardly hearts of evil-doers globally.
a device that is so incredible, i dare not even utter its name.
(so i'll show you a picture)
((bad guys beware))

you have been warned

a remix

screaming he charges
'let no one survive!'
leads the fearless warlord
of a thousand tribes

Undefeated in battle
his foes flee in fright
his flail barbed and heavy
his movement is light

but he now heads home
from the blood and the stench
with his only regard
of his hunger to quench

His adrenaline rushing
as he opens the door
but the quiet prevails
-he forgets about war

as his hunger is quelled
his weariness grows
to the beckon of hypnos
he's starting to doze

While he dreams of sweet dreamings
his head starts to droop
with a gurgle he dies
he's been vanquished by soup
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doodle, this one's for you..

alas...

do i have any gifts coming to me?

sunshine on the dark mind

oh, what a glorious morning!
what a day to be alive
the sun is about and the city's abuzz
like bumblebees tending their hive

the temperature's certainly wonderful
the epitomy of perfect weather
with no wind and no clouds, nor humidity
you simply could not ask for better.

it seems everything's dressed in its finest
and the overall look's not too grody
there's a skip and a bounce in everyone's step
- I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL SOMEBODY!!!