yeah...i had a real shitty night last night. i had a bunch of weird,creepy dreams last night. i was so glad to wake up. the dream woulda been cooler if i had a shotgun in my hands...cause i think it was due to watching Dawn of the Dead yesterday...yeah, i'm almost sure. hmmm...i wish i had a shotgun anyways, that would be fun...i'd go blow stuff up. (i just farted)

i hate this world that i've been put on
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON? SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, your me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
haven’t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spout again.
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around,
it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better…than…you.
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,
it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way,
and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the
middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what’s happening.
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but
their times to move on so, remember: you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.

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Erection
It's friday nothing happened.

Drew got drug by a truck yesterday it was pretty funny.

I'm gonna race into the ground, break the speed of sound.

My alias is Ben Rice, my nickname is Bean (sorta), but you can call me Ace Smoothie.

Rock And Rye

Who am I talking to. No one thats who. Maybe I should advertise?>?>

Whoa?!?!?!?

my life...
i have finally figured out what i'm gunna do when i get older. when i graduate from high school. i plan on going to the planet Coracont and learn how to become a Jedi Master. then all the girls will love me cause i got a light saber. and i will be all mighty...maybe i'll bring my newt with me. and he can be trained as well. He'll be the next Yoda, but smaller.