BRAIN VOMIT

"LANGUAGE IS A VIRUS" W. BURROUGHS

GARDEN Vines twist around the wires, like a python around its prey.  I feel comfort watching nature take hold of what it owns.  The air chills my finger tips.  Though, this garden warms my tormented soul.  Sitting alone once again.  I haven't been here since I was a boy.  Still as beautiful in sight, as it was in memory.  The flowers here still blosom in the autumn - A puzzling thought.  Growing in a endless chill.  The same as I grew up.  Lost my thoughts, for the maze of endless beauty devours my emotions, body, and soul.  ------------Written by BASICK 00'

CLOCK Its a cold night Always to late Waking into darkness Afraid of time -------Written by BASICK 00'

JUST THE NEWS It's a crazy world. A kid shot in the head.  With a 44.caliber Magnum - a drug deal gone bad.  It's just the news.  Not in your world. Sitting there driking your tea, reading your paper.  "How's the breakfast?". "Not bad I come here every Sunday." the man says.  As he wipes bacon grease off his face and turns to the next page.  His fat swine like aperance makes me not want to eat.  So, I order a coffee and move to a table next to the window.  Open my notebook and write something about "Mass Consuming Capilist Pigs....". Money hungry motherfuckers.  I only conplain about them because I'm broke. The sun is out.  But, there's a chill in the air, which tells you winters around the corner.  The waitress here looks like shes been up for a week.  No color in her skin (except black around her eyes).  I think to myself "Lucky girl".  I pull out my smokes and light one.  The zombie of a waitress rushes over and tells me about the smoking bylaw "....which prohibits anyone from smoking in this establishment.".  While shes speaking, I throw two dollars on the table.  Then excuse myself from the building.  "Fuckin' bylaw" I think to myself. While standing on the sidewalk, finishing my smoke. A war breaks out in some country that we don't care about.  A mother gets stabbed for her pearls, while holding her baby. But around here........It's just the news.                                                        ------------Written by BASICK 00'

TODAY Its another day, just like the rest.  People scurry like ants.  Gathering fast food and swedish desinged shelter for their "homes".  We have lost our way.  We are mass comsuming parasites.  Here to destroy our mother.  We buy for pleasure, rather then neccesity.  For this is the new found way.   -------Written by BASICK 00'

TICK TOCK I have now lost the talent of sleep. Sitting here, on the edge of my bed. Smoking, Writing verbal vomit. I have nothing left. 6:36 am Laying there for hours...... Day dreaming at night. -------Written by BASICK 00'

NUMB I am gone, Banished, Exiled, Emotions have frozen like a pond in the winter. I don't care anymore. Pushed to a limit, Which I can't come back. So cold, So distant, Where have I been? What have I seen? All past pleasures are now obselete. Only lonley thoughts comfort my shattered soul. Feelings erased through drugs, Which have been placed in my brain. Physcotic numbness, Which drove me insane............ ------------------Written by BASICK 00'

Pyschology turns to reality. Brave men turn to false hopes. Trying to protect all they have left. Selling their souls, to find happiness. Living life in a hazed train of thought ------Written by BASICK 00'

I am oil and the world is water. You dig................................