Long bath

The tranquility of hot water kissing my skin feeds my soul
Holds me close and gives me my mother's hug
Storms open my nostrils with warm air
To be stroked by a scent i've known all my existence

I lay still and stare at the fluorescent light above
Absolute beatitude

The nemesis of bliss, time, seductively whispers in my ear
I drift in and out of consciousness
I can hardly stay afloat
I get drawn into the now beautiful crimson red water
The tightening grip around my heart has been loosened by the broken skin around my wrist

I escape with a smile because the barricade will make sure i dont eat hospital food again

3 kinds of people

There are 3 kinds of people in the world. Dicks,pussies and assholes.Pussies think everyone can get along and dicks think they can fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you have your assholes. Assholes just want to shit all over everything. So pussies might get mad at dicks once in a while because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. And if they didn’t fuck assholes, do you know what you’d get? You’d get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit.(drunk at the bar voiced by trey parker in "team america: world police" )

ghetto word for the day: July

AfricanAmericanGal1: u iz not gon' bliv who was all up in my grill 'bout hangin' out
wit Junebug?
AfricanAmericanGal2: Who?
AfricanAmericanGal 1: Tameeka from down z street
AfricanAmericanGal 2: July!!!
AfricanAmericanGal 1: true story

The metaphysical between makes her open up another dimension
   of space to womb her from the influence of morality conjured by 
   sheep soaking in social ills. Details of the not so earthly blueprint 
  are fine tuned to the last millimetre.

Tears lick her cheeks as she gags.

With a nervous tight grip on the paintbrush which will stroke
  into life her last thoughts. 

Spit runs down the barrel.
Her big toe lets the hammer pound and the ceiling be the 
  canvas of her piece.

A piece simply titled: "Scattered Thoughts"

tsunami clouds

if a tsunami were to hit gabs, this is how it would probably look like( the clouds as the waves of couse). i took this on way into gabs coming from kgale hill. 2012 come duze.

SMILE MY LOVE :-)

She sticks a needle in my chest to release the epinephrine to my heart, a spectre organ inside my head which uses holographic feel good emotions which disperse a spectra of light so my eyes see colors dancing to a rhythm of my heart zat only she n I can hear.

She sweet talks the sands of time to sift through quasi-staticly as she strokes the skin around my neck with a flower of imagination picked from a garden of 'forever happiness'.

She blindfolds me so the flavours of her love burst in my mouth and I taste all her sweet innocence with just hint of eroticism and just a splash of bitterness from the her unsavoury world.

She takes my hand and jumps from a cliff of cataclysm to float on the clouds of eternal bliss that carry us on the express lane to heaven.

She is not who you make her out to be, she is my beautiful DEATH!! Smile my love:-)