i got a big bag o’ SHROOMZ
a spaceship & a
Wookie!
go to the school of hard knocks
but tonight i’m playin hooky.
cause that’s
the way you do It
don’t jump the turnstile
i walk right through it
just slip in the side
clyde
slip in the side door
& move & move &
move upon the dance floor
i found jesus christ
back @ Eugene ‘ninety 4
told me to Quit My JOB
& go on Mike E’s Day Off Tour
cause that’s the way you do it
don’t jump the turnstile I
walk right through it
truckin
I’m gone insane
shit
i’m more addicted than jane
get high wit a little help from
TNT Bang!
& when i say “i’m ok” you know
they LoOk at me kinda strange
I know
I know
I can’t stop twitching
But that’s because my rhymes are BITCHIN
boss said mike e
Your fired!
I says Fuck You
I’m RETIRED!!
cause that’s the way you do it
don’t jump the
turnstile
! ! ! ! !
We were somewhere near
Pluto
when the drugs began to take hold
rolling w/the Top Down
in this spaceship i stole
move ova ova ova
Move Over LonO!
one man gathers
what another man Folds
cause that’s the Way You Do It
i got an open container of make believe
no that ain’t workin
that’s the way you do it!
Buy the ticket? Why botha!!
we Takes The Ride for free.
So there I WAS, searching this bodega here in Philly, for my super special Made in Mexico Coca-Cola- the Real Thing! No high fructose corn syrup, strictly for a more pure & delicious rum & Coke… with lime juice! So everyone can know the secret recipe for Someday. And not NEARLY the hang-over factor, BTW..I said it already. ANYWAY… so there I WAS… and parked sturdily in my way is this girl, this woman, hollering in Spanish, pissy and harsh, but with a sweet doll face. Petite. Como una muneca (what, no en-yay capacity? And no italics, neither… stupid comment box)! It reminded me of the game I play with you called Tell Me a Story. Though you hem & haw, you always come through. You DID, very recently- ‘member? You knock me out! So enough already, with your Honky Hip Hop! You KNOW you wanna. Tell the people gathered here today, that very Story- with a capital S! Your trademark.
Mexico is a Sagittarian country, I read all about it in the Rocky Mountain Astrologer, about a century ago. Guess I need to visit again, maybe live out the rest of my days there. And if it weren’t for the scarcity of Te Frio, I surely would! That, AND the bugs- only some of the things stopping me.
If you’re Wile E Coyote, then I’m your Bugs Bunny (also a Sag, according to the Astrology rag mentioned above- I forget about Wile E, though he surely has moon in Gemini, just like you, my tricky one)!! Bugs Bunny exists strictly to get everyone riled, to push you into blowing yourself to smithereens, even though you and everybody knows what you’ve got coming. OH! and Bugs’ teeth vs. MY bucks… note the similarities? The best part, you can explode yourself all over the place and still be here tomorrow- don’t you do this all the time as it is? Where’s the harm, then?
Happy Birthday, for the 12 millionth time. See you before you know what hit you.
Now BRING IT!
LOVE!
why does it say that the related files are fashion and play cloths?
That is whooah weird I would say…
Any way yeah I dig this rap and happy Birthday..
Call me sometime or you know where to find me!!
Gotta get back to my DJ session!!
Much love
Absinthe
PS. Glad to see you are writing again…
So,
there I was,
still a loner,
a miserable miscreant.
Always swimming along the edge of the current,
never in it.
A had met a new friend,
he was,
at the time,
and still is of course,
an interesting fellow.
It was at a party,
which seems to happen less frequently,
than it once did,
that I was called upon to go to,
“an after, after, party,
to which,
the beforehanded mentioned person,
could bring one person,
to it.
That person was me.
Much to my suprise,
I was in for a treat.
Not only was this guy,
A go to guy.
He was a person of refined tatse,
as an example,
When at another possible good time,
again,
at a time,
before I knew him,
as I used to.
There used to be a guy in this town,
his name was J Bickford.
A proper young man,
It was his 18th birthday.
I did not particularly want an 18 year old to join us,
but as my friend explained,
in the end,
you’ll appreciate it.
And have I ever.
We became good friends,
that young man and I.
I wear around my neck,
a stone that he gave me,
when he was visiting last year,
or prehaps the year before,
with a wonderful natural hole in it.
I miss my old friends.
They are far away,
Too far gone,
as I think.
Are they happy,
I wonder…
Do they think of the old days.
The Green house is no more,
The parties dont happen anymore,
but really,
what fun would they be,
without my old friend like,
Mike e, Josh Bickford, Alex,
whose last name,
I’ve given up trying to remember.
What about Derek Lemieux, Jason Bowen,
and all those other friends who seem to fade away,
like parchment paper,
left out in the sun too long.
Will they return someday?
This town sure aint the same without them.
From here to there,
and everywhere in between.
I’ll wait for you,
I’m here,
I’ not going anywhere,there’s no place to go.
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like Brattleboro.
Come home?
Pearson
I’m coniderably older,
than the young man.
By about 25 years or so.
My friend got me the nessacary supplies for an evening of enchantment and water buffalo, jumping through out of cabinets and out into the forest.
That,
my friends was a party for the ages.
Dude, KC I am coming for you brahh… “fade away like parchment paper?” the sad thing is, it’s kinda true. well no worries cuz Superstar is gettin hitched in August, And we can firm up like papyrus. I miss you man and there is no place like home. I have a little exercise for you, when ever you start feelin like you need those fiends who were left out in the sun too long, they need you too cause yer chicken finger licken good, among many other things, so just close your handsome eyes slowly, and receive a deep long breath, then click your ruby slipahhs together three times, and holding their images clearly in your cluttered mind say, there is no place to go, there is no place like home, there is no place like Brattleboro. We will already be there in one form or another. I tried this for myself, with your image in pen and ink and it really did work. We love you Kc, and eagerly anticipate our reunion. ~JGB