Need college money? Or just something more? |
Hey guys, no pressure, but I've started working as an Air National Guard Recruiting Assistant. My job's not to run around and con folks, but instead I'm a go-between. I'm here in the community as...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:32:00 PST |
Am I going to die? |
Today, at the base, I let something slip. I accidentally told one of my sergeants that I had been having little panic attacks. I'm sure some psychologist would say that it was no accident. That may be...
Posted by SMS on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 02:24:00 PST |
Leave my brother the fuck alone |
I hope he doesn't get pissed about this; but to all you lame ass crazy fucks, leave my brother the fuck alone.
This is more of an open letter format, maybe somebody who should will read this.
Leave ...
Posted by SMS on Wed, 21 Dec 2005 02:33:00 PST |
I don't know |
I'm about ready to shut down completly. I'm getting over pnemonia, not givng a fuck how it's spelled, and mostly pissed because it tends to interfere with my smoking. My antibiotics are gone, now all ...
Posted by SMS on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 10:00:00 PST |
A-10 Warthog/Thunderbolt II |
Empty Shells
Shimmer in the
Sun.
Cold sweats
Soak deep.
An operatic thunder
Rolls into a distant
Silence.
Flying pigs
Swarm ant hills.
The ugliest girl at
The dance
Has her way
With columns of men.
N...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Quiet |
Its quiet now.
That perfect quiet
That can result only
From perfect chaos.
Those black nights
Eluded only by the great rolling
Thunderheads
On the endless horizons.
That chaos when lightning
And thun...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Synaptic Coin Purse |
She Dreams of the
Winners circle,
Being fisted by an amputee.
Shot out of a cannon,
Into a dragons belly.
Pushed down a hill
In a fish-fry dumpster.
Ignited by kerosene wishes
And unending dreams.
C...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Can't |
Un-composed echoes
Buzz in my ear
Mosquitoesque.
A weight attached to my
Eyelids
Drags me down further.
My steps
Heavy
Shuffle
Deaden my pace.
Prisoners of war,
Tears escape,
One at a time,
Undetecte...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
3rd Degree |
Flames gently licked
Her body
Like a pedophile daemon.
The newspaper said it was
Thursday
Today is Friday
Tomorrow is another issue.
The June Bugs
Seem louder
Now that youre gone.
That stink of
Char...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Substitute Teacher |
Real Pain hurts more
Because it is not of
Your own.
It is against your will.
To create your own pain
Is to conquer the intruder.
Paper cuts met with irons,
Heartbreak overcome with blade.
I must find ...
Posted by SMS on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
