Showing posts with label cock juice. Show all posts
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4/21/2008

Signs of the fucking Apocalypse

Do not confine your children to your own learning, for they were born in another time. Source: (Hebrew)

Television can be informative if not down right unifying. Shows like Top Chef and Deadliest Catch, highlight real people doing real jobs. There are countless hours of good tele, on The History Channel, and The Nation Geographic Channel. PBS if you don't have cable. There are some good "entertainment" shows if you just want to be distracted for a while. It';s really up to the individual how isolated one wishes to be or how connected to the minions of pop culture. I see the Internet as much of a continuance of the evils of television as well as a champion of what is right about the boob tube. On one hand we can all have our own cable access shows. On the other hand it is becoming increasingly controlled by a few major corporations. I participate because to not is to regulate oneself to the extreme fringes where communication is scarce and only between isolated individuals disconnected from society. Not that I find anything wrong with that. I exist on the fringes in most aspects of my life. I am after all still working to destroy society believe it or not. Few of us remember when the Internet was just a black screen with green letter and you had to unplug the phone to get online. There were no advertisements or fancy spinning graphics just words flowing back and forth isolated individuals disconnected from society, communicating in this strange new medium. I'm not really wanting to go back to that shit. I mean I like the flash and I'm on Myspace all the time. I'm not mad at it. There is enough space for us to still find the truth. and enough freedom to get the word out. There are tons of places I discover all the time. I get, however the need to communicate with larger groups and in order to effect society you must first understand it. The signs of the Apocalypse are all around us still. So here I am using these new signs and symbols to create and weave a new magick tapestry. Old Hebrew saying, my flooded with images and words, trying to communicate with the 21st Century. I always thought I was more like Clark Kent than Superman. The man of Tomorrow pretending to be simple country boy. Now with tomorrow here and looming over the horizon, I await the appointed meeting of my future self. I'll be there when I step out of the time machine to take my place in the past and communicate this to one lucky person. This is how I explain the holes in my memory you see just a joke. The constant jumping through the time-stream-well you'll understand someday. Or perhaps I'm just a nut mind controlled by to many episodes of The Highlander, and Star Trek. Much more preferable to the warped realty of the washed-up has beens on VH1.The sycophant worlds are delicious munchies for the stoned soul. Alright maybe that was a bit much, but you get the message right/ My blaze' descriptions are just for fun. I think I should get a job writing reviews for entertainment weekly.

12/14/2007

Do you know who I am?


Do you know who I am?
I am the illegitimate great-grand son of Willie Nelson,
I am Lou Ferigno's little brother
I am the flaming gay child of Scott Summers and Emma Frost
I am the Decedent of kings and Queens
the end product of a thousand generations of rebellion
I am the son of Tomorrow and the father of today
I am the one and only L (bizzie) Balls Esq.

Beware I spit venom like leftover cock juice!


There is a bare knuckle approach that I bring to every fight. I come in all cocksure , guns blazing. Then I spend a few rounds crying in my beer. The next step is dancing and singing. But there comes a time in everyman's life where he gets tired of running around, as Prince once said!

As a Monkee first and a man second, I have always had a problem changing my mind. I've had problems turning back even when I knew there was trouble up ahead. This has made for most of my interesting stories though. So here I go again-Classify these as good times! (Willie Nelson)



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