riding into town on the hood of a cutlass. victorious, half drunk and free. |
victory is mine. praise god. or incinerate all traces of win loss or spirits flying around the room. it's your preference. but i'll keep what's mine. i'll let the window open up on its own and feel ni...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 11:58:00 PST |
last years murder rate. |
it begins like anything else i suppose during some big strange disaster laced with faraway thoughts and good times. it comes on slow out of nowhere and the fog runs away and the night clutches m...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:28:00 PST |
la vida dura / brohemity is a power chord. |
had this vision, oh dearest one with open ears, ammunition filled, want to tell you the world and hear about yours, be concrete and brick, all this could be yours, no fucking around, think on it fine,...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 08:31:00 PST |
cant stop. wont stop. stopped once. got fucked up. |
sometimes while in some kind of transitional period where i have to keep my head up, like they say, to avoid running into walls eventhough i'd like nothing more than to run straight through them, knoc...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 01:21:00 PST |
northside nine oh nine, what? |
goddamn grown ups. and goddamn children. no inbetween these days, make your move, time is unforgiving. "is he drunk?" "i don't know, maybe we should..."...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 01:30:00 PST |
the headline reads, "New Historical Study Proves Columbus Was a Punk-ass Bitch." |
happy colombus day. god bless you or else go to hell. fuck him and fuck that history and fuck not being able to pay bills or retreat to a library or take your kid to a museum what are we...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:49:00 PST |
her name on your neck and a baseball for a bastard child |
today i should have driven on down to san pedro to put in my good word with the man at the local 13, i have this blind connection at that union, need to see if it can work on up to oakland come first ...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 08:54:00 PST |
dead, man. |
end of the season. time to set things aflame. everything you do and write and say just sounds the same. at least to you. and isn't that who matters right now? or needs to for awhile. aren't you just t...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 09:09:00 PST |
weary and wasted from excessive balladry. |
my grandma would always yell at me to stop chewing my lip which is a nervous habit i picked up in the womb, the habit comes and goes like anything else, and it was about the only thing she would tell ...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:48:00 PST |
fistfuck or fistfight |
last night i stepped out for more soda pop and bubblegum and bourbon and non filtered cigarettes and walked down 16th where the usual line of crackheads some spitting some sobbing a sad reality everyo...
Posted by hellbent and whiskeybound. on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:43:00 PST |
