tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14212852765777182762024-03-13T07:38:47.672-04:00HEllo My NAAMe is PaAtric kMY LIFE CURRENTLY INSIDE THE NECROPOLIS INSANE ASYLUMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-13281435138676469822013-05-28T22:34:00.000-04:002013-11-18T22:35:25.390-05:00"Sailors, lost"the silence is deafening tonight. the ocean crashes outside my window. At least it's those little things I remember. While the sounds of sailors lost echoes trumpet into my ears. I sense their agony, lost among the darkness of the sea.
i found myself like that once. Bobbing among the waves of life. Fierce black tongues lashing at the final essence of my soul. As anyone knows, living long Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-91655165376849192952013-05-22T16:30:00.000-04:002013-11-15T21:26:49.633-05:00“The Little Child Crys in all of us”<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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We have a garden outside. It’s
quite beautiful actually. It’s ten feet by six feet. The only trouble is that
it’s surrounded by a ten foot barbed wire fence. How ironic we can’t even touch
the very beauty that is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-78238354155755792252013-05-15T21:18:00.000-04:002013-11-13T21:29:50.254-05:00“Soldier of White”
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Following the trenches of white
that encircle the tiles
Each turning black with mold
How is it so cold
Even with the heat on, in here it
feels like an artic hold on my skin
Which rises and falls with eachUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-68709881348066930472013-05-01T20:29:00.000-04:002013-11-05T20:32:36.087-05:00“Blue Girl”Tick Tock goes the clock
Tick Tock goes the knock
Knock…knock…knock as the hammer
comes down to land in the exact spot.
My teeth, yellow with disease
Yellow as a sunflower
Sinking into that piece of freshly
cut meat I neeeed.
Delicate whispers of song and
dance in my ear
Keeping me awake are the voices of
yesteryear…
Dancing in my skull are puppets of
the undead pounding against the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-71692172236266162862013-04-17T13:15:00.000-04:002013-11-03T14:14:22.256-05:00The Light Have...notsI watch as they mix my coffee for me. That little brown straw with a stripe along the side I am not allowed to even have. There isn't much you can do with it. Well that's not true- as you can tell from their methods I describe, they are keeping themselves safe from me. The coffee is so weak, I'm basically drinking watered down tinted milk. God forbid they stimulate any of us in here. How Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-19436089396161949202013-04-03T12:36:00.000-04:002013-05-26T12:39:16.832-04:00broken voicesit's been several weeks- since ive been posting.
i've been playing nice with all the other lunatics in here. just been keeping a low profile. thinking.
grumbled voices in harmony swell in my head at a crescendo pitch that makes the hair on the back of my head stand on end. as if the devil himself has sent his minions to crawl from my spine and suffocate me while i sleep.
yes....these are the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-69863405472786553082013-03-19T10:22:00.000-04:002013-05-26T12:20:02.449-04:00"All the towers of ivery are crumbling"It's raining here today. Those little drops of tears from heaven tap at my window pane. It's supposed to be Spring~ what happened to those days of flowers popping up from the carrion filled hollowed ground?
I have been spending my days and nights thinking about all that is hopeful. Perhaps its the new meds doc has me on. Perhaps I have given up trying to figure out what my future holds.
I watchUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-6477251843955661332013-03-09T14:28:00.000-05:002013-03-09T14:28:36.270-05:00Mr. Self DeCONstructIt's been just over a yr that i was out here in this digital crowd of 010101010ZOMBIES010101010 ~waiting for the time in wich i was to be REEbooTED which is exactly what happened to me.
dancing in this suit of flesh that tickles my balls when left unzipped in the wind from your cold dead breath.
speak to me the dead behind yur eye_the vacant stare from the others socket, i spit in. Watching my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-57269191918482358252012-02-29T22:19:00.000-05:002012-12-12T22:24:51.759-05:00000000111111100101010101010101010101010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-43899671548550881972012-02-27T23:11:00.001-05:002012-02-27T23:17:36.826-05:00This is where it will end...
It's been almost a year since I was sent away after my last entry for mr. kann. What does that mean? Does it mean away inside your own head or away in the literal sense of going into the hold? Transferred? Well I'll tell you............it feels like a beat of a drum as my heart pounds away, down that road of life and into a gutter that was narrow, filled with dirt, grime. Acid filled up around Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-34838256088642787892011-04-11T09:10:00.000-04:002011-04-12T09:15:18.662-04:00“Happy Birthday MOTHerFUckER!”As my soul burns here in these fiery cubical walls. I wanted to give a MotherfuCKING! SHOUT OUT TO DW- Today is his birthday. I was on the road to rehabilitation when that dick bag interviewed me about sixteen years ago for DR.Lee’s “outreach program”-well as you can see it worked GREAT! I’M still FCUKING IN HERE!!!
HA LET the chips fall where they may-kann
JudasUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-47600476204494926872011-03-27T18:58:00.000-04:002011-03-27T18:58:42.090-04:00“DiSoRdEr”The first day of SPRING came and went the other day-
How cold it has been-my skin is thin, almost transparent. Some of the orderlies thought they could see in through my chest and found my heart-
That’s a relief- because I was told I never had one
My mother was not a believer in such fairy tales-I struggle with that because I feel that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Except Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-46189294331349052702011-02-18T19:20:00.001-05:002011-02-18T19:20:48.025-05:00“Broken HRT”
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BABYLON
The word BABY appears in the title of this lost city which was considered the hanging gardens-WHY? Perhaps it is where we would rather be. We all figure that once we are born our struggle is aided by a loved one who will watch over us until we are of age-perhaps it’s crutch, perhaps a tool in guiding us to become an adult that we are SUPPOSED to be. I doUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-68003634470252556922011-02-10T11:29:00.005-05:002011-02-10T11:34:02.046-05:00“from the Book of ISAIAH”
11:11
“And I will punish the world for their evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; and I will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible.”
11:13“Therefore I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of theLord of hosts, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-1048025778523212392011-02-04T11:56:00.000-05:002011-02-04T11:56:18.906-05:00"chanting"Last night I chanted in my sleep. I only know this because this morning at recess Charlie told me that he pounded on my wall and was screaming me to shut UP!
It’s 8am
I am archiving records today. Dr. Lee feels it’s good to give me a job. I’m going through files that date back 100years, I found this picture which gave me a sense of calm. Though this is what I’ve looked like on occasion –the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-81106230233511292812011-02-02T13:13:00.005-05:002011-02-02T13:15:02.876-05:00“I am a white coat”
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-3117294949445709722010-03-02T00:53:00.002-05:002010-07-16T00:56:47.727-04:00inside my headInside my head something growsWhat I do not knowWho might it be?A friend ready to jump out at any moment to cut another man’s throat? Perhaps her-the one wearing her knee socks today.Nothing is as quite as it seems today-please give me an aswer, I cannot go on living in this place. Christ they haven’t cleaned my room in weeks.That’s right, because I shit there, well in the corner of the room- my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-77046208647191394202010-02-19T23:36:00.000-05:002010-07-16T00:55:37.032-04:00"Meow-" TreasureUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-5690767423185480942010-02-17T23:30:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.319-04:00“Buffalo”1987 My sister was playing with her Strawberry Shortcake dollys while I was listening to Casey Kasem’s top 40 Sunday- Using them to run a Brothel- The Smurphs as the JONS and my 12” Joe’s as the pimps- I would drill holes in them- in their plastic crotches mold a penus out of Playdough, SO Papa Smurph would fuck Strawberry Shortcake- it would get messy, purple and grey clay mushed into the jaggedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-58627414597967610512010-01-22T00:19:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.338-04:00“Space, the final step it takes between you and your victim”Snow falls on my cageI’m allowed recess but not in the form of a 5th graders dreamBut that of a cage animalA birdA lionA tigerA bearOh my- My skin actually sticks to the metal nicely- the trick is to lick your palm and then just firmly take hold- Then just rip it off as if it was a band-aid of flesh.That’s when I get ice cream ☺That’s when the pretty Nurse Cathy shows up- how the smell of her Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-79899417681656115592010-01-06T23:47:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.349-04:00“I have pussy in the brain tonight”Jenna how art theeSitting on my kneeYour pussy bouncing up and down against the cloth that separates the skin of my knee from your panties. I can smell your fragranceYour small breasts dance ever so slightly in the airAs if Angels themselves are keeping them aloft-I watch you through chicken wire glass- daddy leads the way as you doddle along behind him. I watch as your short private school girl Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-41053673911677210602010-01-02T00:13:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.360-04:00“Away I go!”I tasted my own cum today-It was saltier than I thought it would be. I was jacking off to Dr. Lee’s daughter sweet 17 year old Jenna. I think I need to drink more water- it was all gummy in texture, not very appealing. Especially if this is a common play by the opposite party. His daughter is very sweet-not that I’ve met her. But I have seen her through several inches of chicken wire glass. She Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-45967625290047845542009-12-20T21:00:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.369-04:00“It’s a Wonderful Life”Ha! I’m as clever as the rest of you lemmings riding around in your gas guzzling monster truck baby killing machines-sucking down triple lattés while fucking your husband in his Barry Mellono ass with entire EXTRA GOLD-CORPORATE credit card that has 60% interest!Yes, I am the angel sitting there next to you- HELLO my name is CLARENCE.I am the hand that pushes you- Not into traffic NOT into yourUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0