The future is now |
Nina Hagen.
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:55:00 PST |
that moment when you lock eyes and your pupils shake hands |
Frost bitten innuendos and bare branch fields, Long lost friends serving pre-packaged meals, Hourly wages minus predetermined bills, Cowardly faces popping suicidal pills
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Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 02:45:00 PST |
Welcome to mcdonalds, you can take my order now. |
We went for the dollar menu at Micky D's.
2 hot'n spiceys, a double cheese burger and a medium fry. Shit, we for got the ketchup.We rolled into wendys drive thru like we were rolling a joi...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 09:48:00 PST |
coinsadince or conspiricy. |
When people casually examine at the symbology proudly displayed on our currency, they don't pay much attention. If they did, they would be asking the same questions I have always pondered; why are the...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Wed, 02 May 2007 11:06:00 PST |
cowboy boots in gang-banging cahoots with a wigger. |
I was sitting in a shoe box in the middle of the eary evening, waiting for a lesbionic freak of nature and her celibit,naughty librarian style mother,when a coyboy hopped in his bronco and sat wa...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:52:00 PST |
Its all the same flavor |
Each of our lives consist of diffrent packaging, diffrent brandnames and diffrent jazzy catch phrases, but no matter how bold the lettering or how bland the rapping, its all the same flavor;shitty.We ...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 10:22:00 PST |
the brave little toaster |
swish swish is the sound Heard when we hit the ground. the lifestyle of sane is nowhere to be found. all I hear is the crack crack in my brain. dispatch these facts to the sane drip drip. I note the m...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 09:38:00 PST |
T e m o r s i n m y b r a i n |
Tremors in my brain.Watching the televison screen..searching for a beter tomorrow in the words mutterd by todays high payed actors... but all I seem to spot is the sarrow. The lack of sleep...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 11:30:00 PST |
fear |
It is the writers that run toward fear. They are what we think & speak. Dreaming for greater possibilities. Theres no need to mimic the words of tabloids and broadsheets, where Texas &am...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 05:47:00 PST |
da marinator |
Yeah you put that shit on your steak.Life is like a monkey with no eyes.It really is....
In times of need like this I wish you would come to my rescue. Save me from the overpowering downward th...
Posted by Simply Sebbiphrenic on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 12:33:00 PST |
