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About Me

Lays down prime souped-up electrified 21st century Shakespeare (with an accent on the shake, babe), lays back and chills with a glass of cool Chianti and a Cheshire smirk while yr climbin’ the walls, screaimin’ a high-pitched wail and clawin’ at yr skin trynna access the MIND that you can’t find cos, bro, it’s now blown by a one way-trip down Insanity Strip. Possesses eyes like halos, bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, lost in the swirling whirlwind wonder of this thar multiverse. Modern-day mystic, contains more profundities than The Dead Sea Scrolls, is only half as dusty, with fewer spelling mistakes. Exceptional groovemaster, with over 38 years of human time / space experience righting wrongs, reading writes, and wreaking various outtasights from the hidden inner kingdom of his diamond-mind lair, venture in if you dare, square. Bona-fide buddhafied bodhisattva who brings not piece but the whole enchilada, dada, and if ya hafta ask then you’ll never grasp the holy soul that emanates like liquid mercury mystery from his smiling piehole, a-hole. Beatnik Jeezus hepcat, lean and mean good-vibe radiation machine with a heart as big as Elvis, and bigger than the Beatles, kids! It’s got a Great Bea(s)t, and you can dance to it!I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

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My Blog

Glory Hole

............ ....Im spinning drunk and dizzy on a razor wire Tossing all my holy books into a fire Im gonna butterfly and dive without the aid of a net Gentlemen and ladie...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:12:00 GMT

Red

All my angels bleeding needlesDancing in the killing fieldsTelegraphed on razor wireWingless in a world on fire Scarlet doesn't come for meBut look at all she's done for meTied me to a bed of mirrorsS...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:46:00 GMT

Quill or Queen

In the routines of his solitudeHis mission becomes clearHe's a pen, and a handAnd some words just waitingTo be written on your airDevil infected, silence-inspectedAll his failures ressurectedTo fill y...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 08:54:00 GMT

Isolation Reaction / Hope You Guessed My Name

  I curse the fact and crucifiction I dig the craters on the moon I put the dick into the diction Of song sung blue with kiiler croon I'm the bite that poisoned Batman I'm the guy your parents ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 08:06:00 GMT

The Radio

It all started with the radio. And for years in the humble brown-shingled house on Dartmouth Ave. in Dedham, it's THE radio--the only one in our home, because it's all we can afford. These days, with...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 01:09:00 GMT

Halloween (lyric)

Noc-turned me from my many mansions Prodigal sun will take me me back And this trick of time and space between Is just a fever dream A many mirrored house of wane and wax I see what's underneath you...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:07:00 GMT

My Phantom Limb

It's a Boston autumn Friday night.  It seems mere moments ago that the sun streamed molten honey through cracked clouds to set the burnished leaves aflame, dapple the sidewalk with a rich golden ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 07:27:00 GMT

August

"The King Is Dead but We Stay Dreamed" - PA / 85Sunday afternoon, and dad's piled the whole family into the brand-new Blue Buick, a beautiful car, a thing of wonder.  God knows how he afforded it...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 00:31:00 GMT

Haircut ’77

> "Go down the street to the barber and get yourself a> haircut."  It's a Saturday in early summer, 1977.  Oh,> no.  No.  I don't want to get a haircut.  But mom's> command is...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 19:37:00 GMT

LOVE AMERICAN STYLE

I hear the sirens scream Beneath the blues of the moon And the death chatter babies Drawing nightmare cartoonsAll the angels are dancing On pins and needles and spoonsWhile the plastic priests Pro...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:07:00 GMT