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Geoff

Think Ya Outta Know This

About Me

Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me I don't belong with the human race He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my soul, my body he can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm staing at my body, I look as if I'm weak So give me back my soul, my body you can keepSitting on my lawn, tt's just before dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy he gives a shitTheir eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale Their askin me to follow, I shall, I shall They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards I'm gaged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeksMental Warp My brain is gone, my brain is gone say no more my brain is goneComing is my helper, tangling my brain Somethings wery wrong I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door I'm play with the pigons, they tell me many lies They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyesI hear a womans voice calling from the dirt I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound I take her in my arems, and we make love to the sound The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons soring with the hearts I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain They're calling me a killer, I can't say that I'm not My daddy's tried to kill me ever since I was a tot By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark It's singing lullabies, and stringing on the harp I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomachMental Warp My brain is gone, my brain is gone say no more my brain is gone

My Interests

Music, celestial bodies of the heavens, engineering, computers, my family, drawing, drinking, people with different views other than my own, cars, pain killers, reading, The MJ-12 documents, things that go bump in the night, black widows (I have a nest of these things behind my shed), my son, learning new things, food, traveling, education, chicks, hanging out with friends, movies, ASME, and many other things.

What is your Anti-Drug?

I'd like to meet:

I would talk to anyone so if you want to say something then say it, what ever it is. The people I would like meet to are people who have knowledge of what they are talking about it, if you don't know don't say it it just makes you look stupid, Elvis, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Pope, Myself, Glinda the Good Witch, Dr. Timothy Leary, Stephen W. Hawking, Arch Angel Michael, Andrew Wood, Oderus, Albert Einstein, JFK, Scarface(the real one), The Cat in the Hat, Sir Isaac Newton and anyone with first hand knowledge of Operation Majestic 12, and people who follow thier own beliefs regardless of what other people may think......

Music:

i want to show you something, like joy inside my heart seems I been living in the temple of the dog where would i live if I were a man of golden words or would I live at all words and music - my only tools communication so on her arrival I will set free the birds its a pretty time of year, the mountains sing aloud tell me Mr golden words hows bout the world tell me, can you tell me at all words and music - my only tools communication lets fall in love with music the driving force in our living the only international language divine glory, the expression the knees bow the tongue confesses the lord of lords, the king of kings words and music - my only tools communication

My Blog

Fuck the drama!

I can't stand that shit.  People blowin' shit up for no fuckin' reason at all.  Then they want to drag my ass in to it.  I am going to cut all my ties I have to everyone....and I a...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Where I come from...

You Are From Neptune You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability. You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea. Your soul is filled with possibilities, an...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The Anti-Chirst is upon us.....

Yes, folks that is right! With the death of Pope John Paul II this marks the end times! There are only two more popes in line before the end of everything we know. So bare down take something that ...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

It is the way it is......

Thats all there is to that folks! Fucking take like it is or fucking beat it into submission and make it what you want! Because in the end there is no one but you.
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Join the NAAWP today!!

I really hate when people say one thing and do something different. In that case to make everything feel better I will be sitting at home this weekend with my pillies and light to moderately dark dri...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I am going to the Sky

I think that I have decieded to take my engineering career to the sky. Yes, I think I would enjoy aeronautic and aerospace engineering. I have a few 2D drawings of the space shuttle, and through my ...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Worshiped like the Egyptian Sun God

Yes....I should be worshipped! I am going to see America's Stonehenge....Oh yeah..............roadside Georgia Bay-Bee. I am also going to make a few people happy with my sugar coated candy stones...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Singing the Blues....with my math teacher

Sounds strange but I think that my math teacher has it for me.....she always looks at me with those star struck eyes.....I just might tap that shit....fo'really real do'..............That would be liv...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I have wasted enough of my time on the edge of forever

Yes....your superhero is back.....rich and doped to infinity.........and I am going to make a few lucky ones around me doped as well....yeah you know who you are......oh and one last thing ...Welcome ...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Do you really care...................?

Well, this will be the last of my blogging for a while....I have gotten me some work at the airport.......for those who don't what I do I am a contract engineer. So I am off to make money.....so much...
Posted by Geoff on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST