People think I’m sucking off the system because I’m disabled, when it was in fact the system that disabled me…  People are generally judgemental and self assuming…  Most are envious and suppose I lay around all day sipping lemonade.  Nothing could be farther from the truth!  Work is where you find it, and I do quite a lot without any pay at all.  Not my fault they can’t spell: ‘Career’…  That doesn’t look right…  How do you spell ‘Career’? I do the things I love to do: all of it involves work.  Who needs pay when you have a purpose higher than serving people fatty cow meat?  There’s an ethical question involved too, and a competence factor…  People are always promoted to just the position they can’t master: I see more people suffering as a result of how they’re treated in society via a lack of responsible, congenial, competent public servants, administrators, Doctors, Dentists, etc..  So my theory is:  Everything is backwards… 

If you’re sick for instance, how do they expect you to have the energy to go to a Doctor?  There was a time when they came to you!  What logic is there in fighting disease when you cram people with various viruses in the same waiting room?  In Queens English, work doesn’t work!  Why is it that Tennis Players make millions every year for playing a ‘game’, and construction workers can’t afford to buy their own homes?  Backwards!  You want fair? If everyone helped everyone else, no one need suffer for goods and services at all! 

Those who clean your offices keep the air clean so you don’t get sick!  How are they less valuable than highly paid Scientists who just sit around and think all day?  We tell people not to smoke, and then sell them cigarettes!  What kind of backward CRAP is that?  I tell you, the whole system has to be wiped out, and revised!  If you work a day, you should have a day off to pursue other interests rather than them owning you lock, stock and barrel! (barrel?)  How did that get in there?  Help me build my house, and I’ll help you build yours, rather than someone who didn’t do the work should occupy…  So backwards!!  What say you?



Brain Paralysis!

I Can’t Move My Brain!

I’ve been struggling so hard just to get it to even flinch, but it just sits there!  It’s part of an experiment I’m doing to see if I can get my brain to twitch…  I can wiggle the outside just fine.  You know?  I wouldn’t mind directing a current to trigger childhood memories, but then, it takes me too long to make toast!  I figure if I could find a good long-term memory trigger, but the closest I can come is: ‘Bran Flakes.’  I stems from the premise that you get your best ideas on the throne.  If considered, why don’t I just have it removed so I can carry it around with me, and access it by remote control.  I mean, how do we know it wouldn’t enjoy a little fresh air and sunshine?  In fact, if the signal reaches far enough, we could alway equip them with prosthetics so they can always go for a little, stroll on their own.  Of corpse they’d need to keep their eyes so they don’t bump into things.  You know?  I sometimes am baffled at why we have bodies at all!  I don’t own the deed, and there’s no owners manual!  brains could do some really smart things, if we’d only get up off our collective asses!  Maybe think outside the box?

I really believe, in my brain of brains that one day our brains will out-smart us, and leave for another world…  Of corpse our space-ships would then have to resemble big, brains to comfortably accommodate all that compact geniusness!  LOL!  One day, we’ll all find a planet (if we all put our heads together) with a smaller gravity, so brains can grow much larger until we outsmart our selves again and find that just being an eye, wood be good enough…  Seems we’ve already gotten that far, because the only signs I see around me are ‘open’, and ‘closed’!


Crust In The Wind

Let’s Just Chat First

Love reveals all!  Selfishness keeps everything to itself!  Most of us, are someplace in between.  And the conflicting interest causes us to be very untrusting of others!  So Intellectuals tend to be very shell fish like…  Only trust a Redneck!  Well, at least you can read them.  For all that they’re not, they will always be up front with you, and that’s for sure!  Don’t you just love striking contrasts?  It puts everything in a nutshell, including me.  Take my cat for in stinks:  I can’t ever find any poop on the floor, yet my socks always reek of it, no matter how often I change them!  This brings me to only one contusion.  The cat is farting on my socks while I sleep…  LOL!

You may or may not have noticed by now that I feed you subliminal messages all the time.  Akunamatoda!  (Stupid Dictionary)…  I graduated Psychology 101 with flying colors! As it turns out, I’m a rare green, with a rating below 5, which is the very rare part of the green.  Look up Psychology 101 and you will find you are either a green,orange, blue or a yellow livered piece of chicken!  LOL!  Anyway, they all represent your character traits which is all very interesting, but the point is, us rare colors can get through to others.  Even the medium rare ones can sometimes do so as well.  The chard among us are just here for the show.  ‘But that’s brain washing’ you say!  Yes I know.  And it works too!  Start worrying!!! This is reverse psychology 101 because you’re going to say: ‘Oh Yeah???  Just for that, I’m going to worry!  So there!  Take that!’  Worrying is kind of like a rocking chair.  You can rock all day if you choose, but it won’t get you anywhere.  Worrying is just a nice (nice: Old English for ‘stupid’), word for ‘fear’ of the unknown…  If I should say for example: ‘I can’t stand an Opal, cuz every-time I go there, they serve me up a mess of Britannia!’  What am I really saying?  It’s a tricky sentence… 

Let me brake it down for you so you can see what I really am implanting in your mind.  Constantinople and Britannia are places that link you up with both the present and the past to suggest adventure coupled with consistency, something we secretly crave, young or old.  Food is a powerful craving that is a stimulus, even in a bad context, to subconsciously get you to believe in what I’m saying.  And an opal suggests opulence, all implanting a suggestion that reads more like: ‘I know you’re attracted to the secrets of the rich, but they’ll poison your mind, and rip out your heart every-single-time!’  Words are powerful, and useful to either repair you, or kill you dead, dead, dead!

  Now you’re saying: ‘Just because he said dead three times, completely unnecessary and uncalled for, except in sentencing by scary Judges, for execution, I’ll show him!  I’m going to live!’  See how that works?  Of corpse you do.  You just don’t consider it often enough, that’s all.  And people do it to you all the time, just so they can get what they want out of you, whether you like it or not!  When used for good porpoises only, it’s called ‘Agape’ love, or love based on principle, (It’s not the school I mind, it’s the principal of the thing) which is just how Cheeses teaches you…  All we are is Crust in The Wind…

Once Upon A Nightmare

Two things are causing me to dream now: my poetry because it teaches me how to inject you with warm, fuzzy emotions.  And my cat because he’s a cat.  Sleep deprivation is a good thing for me, because it throws me into survival mode, which in turn causes me to dream (a magical thing which prevents insanity), and depression pills puts me in a coma, so I am gradually cutting them back until I’m totally on turkey, which does the same thing because of the serotonin.  Even better than Greek yogurt Man!  Depression really sucks!  I agree.  In this way, coupled with St. John’s Wart, (sounds like an angle what turned into a sorcerer) I hope to sneak out of that room the way I do after I pray.  LOL!  So far, coupled with long term use of CoQ-10 and Pqq to strengthen my brain and heart, coupled with sardines,walnuts and apples, all brain food, so good! 

I need you to interpret my nightmare because to people without mental tissues, It wood bee just a dream.  I went to my best friend’s house, who killed himself when he and I were both 24 (rare greens must attract rare oranges! Green is conservative, and orange is liberal), and I was always so happy on my way to visit him!  Only this time, my visit was frustrating me.  I kept missing my bus, while watching out the window for the people too crowd around the bus stop.  This is because my best friend, who’s ghoul friend was conspicuously absent, gave me a coffee table to take home, and in the other hand I had two transfers, just in case the bus didn’t take me to the subway.  But where did I get them?  I’ve boarded nothing yet!  And the other odd thing was, I wouldn’t put those transfers in my pocket so I could utilize my other hand!

When I finally got to the crowded bus shelter, I was laying on the bench while everybody else was standing.  And oddly enough, that took away my panic to be around them all, normally causing me confusion.  I was last to board the bus, yet ended up near the back: odd as well.  So forced to make my way through a sea of bodies, a young girl, like 6 or 7, latched onto my pant leg and wouldn’t let go, so I just dragged her along with me.  When I got there, I asked him if this bus goes to the subway and can you take this barnacle off my leg?  And he simply ignored my question while he finished his conversation with other passengers, not watching the road in front of him, yet we all remained safe!  So odd!  Finally, he told me that it did, and that was the end of my nightmare.

Who is wise enough among you to attempt an interpretation?  Why were common things I need, like people,buses and friendship, a nightmare to me?  How did laying on the bus shelter bench take my anxiety away when choosing not to do what the rest of them did, would make me uncomfortable instead?  Why had my best friend lacked the knowledge of bus scheduling, right across from his house?  Why transfers out of thin air?  Why no ghoul friend?  So many questions unanswered…  Help me someone?  Please?  And I need real answers: not just crust in the wind: ‘I’m Libyan on a jet pane.  Don’t know when I’ll be back again!’  And remember, ‘You are the wind behind my wings!’


Bus shelter crowd

Nasty Dispositions

There’s Something in The Air!

I hear this all the time from people; that someone is sending radio signals through the air and that’s making us dance around like puppets, to somebody else’s command…  Do you mean a high pitched frequency that’s beyond the human range yet irritating to our minds so we all end up as a bunch of angry, ‘A’ holes.

Not it at all really.  We are being controlled already.  It’s called: ‘The Police Department’.  New ways just aren’t necessary, yet! For now, you’re watching too many Spy movies.  And if you really thought there were a camera in your TV set, watching your every move, why wouldn’t you just take your TV apart and remove the camera?  You’re not important enough to be watched.

Cop Callers! 

What’s the number for 911?  I’ll tell you what your number is.  Your number is ‘up’, if you don’t stop calling the Cops on people when you know we live in a Police State right now!  You’re playing a dangerous game!  These days, women get 5 to 10 years for slowly poisoning their husbands, while men get life for picking their noses!

Do you know what they do to Finks in Prison?  They stab them to death with a make-shift knife called:  ‘a Shiv’.  Do you not think that some of ‘them’ (Happy Prison Folks) aren’t wandering the streets as I speak?  Anyway, your real name is: ‘Rat!’

Back Stabbers!

‘They smile in your face!  And all the time they wanna take your place!  The Back Stabbers!’ – Sister Sledge and The Family Stone?  LOL!  How do you know that having my job, is such a good idea in the first place?  Stab me in the back, and you’re setting yourself up for a loosing game!  I’ll call The Police!  LOL!

Look!  There are all kinds of ways to belittle someone.  That’s easy…  Encouraging people to do better?  Now that’s a challenge!  Why not get with the picture and who knows, maybe then you’ll start stabbing people honestly; in the heart, like the rest of us do?

There’s a Sucker Born Every 15 Seconds!

Let’s face it!  For some of us: ‘There’s a ladder up to the attic but the light’s not working!’  “There’s an engine in the care, but where’s the steering wheel?’ ‘The writing’s on the wall, but it’s all in Greek to him!’

If I see you picking on just one more Prize Package, like me for example, I’m calling The F.B.I. (Fockers who Badger Idiots), and I’m going to lodge a complain to your superior!  I’ll tell them you’re reading a book called: ‘How to Sucker Smart People Too!’…  There’s a Sucker born every 4 seconds?  My Dog!


We don’t bully or beat people up anymore!  We take all their clothes off and deposit them at Times Square ;O)  I know you just don’t like the look of some people’s faces.  You can still speak civil to them though, if you’d just put a bag over their heads…  Perhaps someone said something prejudicial toward you.  You’re Black and you’d feel perfecting justified trying to dip that white piece of bread in a glass of milk!  Their’s a better answer…  Paint his face black, give him white gloves and star him on Broadway ;O)  Someone is telling you off, and you don’t like it!  I have the solution.  Cover your ears!

Bitch Slappers!

Or is it: ‘Slippers’?  You lay one finger on her or threaten her with a single: ‘Get me a beer!’  You risk going to Jail, compliments of: ‘The Cop Callers’…  Some: ‘Serve and Protect’!  And some: ‘Swerve and Collect!’  I guess it concerns the extenuation of your circumstances at the time.  And if you’re a ‘known’ Bitch Slapper, you’re goin in anyway…  Start slapping the T.V.  It’s almost as pleasurable…


Have you ever met a person who won’t talk to anyone?  Do me a flavor, wood ya?  Nag at them!  They, like the rest of the entire world’s population, would eventually shrink, and disappear from that!  If he still won’t respond, keep going until you hear: <Pfffffffff!>

Look!  I know you’re not talking because the world stinks and everyone else is an idiot compared to you!  Well how’s about enlightening us with some of your genius?  Huh?  Eh?  Huh?  Eh?  Huh?


Glue a piece of string between two pieces of wood in the shape of an: ‘X’…  Make two of them and thread the other ends through the shoulders of your sweater and tie knots.  Now stand in front of your Manipulator, pulling your arms up and down with your wooden X’s, say: ‘As long as you’re always making me give you stuff, why don’t you just take everything now so I can get rid of these stupid strings?’  If Manipulators are smart enough to run you without your knowledge, they most certainly could run a company.  Hmmmm?


C’Mon!  Don’t be stingy now!  All I want is my share!  My fortune went down with The Titanic and I swear!  I had nothing to do with it!  Just a measly $200 Grand wood dew nicely…  I say, 200 grand wood…  WHY WON’T ANYBODY LISTEN TO ME???


This is your fault!  Nobody told you to go out and slave for some Tyrant paying you in wheat germ, for the rest of your natural life!  Establish a career!  Have a little faith in your own ability to succeed at just what you love to do!  OK?

No, you’ll never be a classy looking Farmer, outstanding in his field!  Follow the path less traveled and create a job.  That way, you can plan for low overhead, and zero competition, unless you blab!


‘IF THY EYE OFFENDS THEE, PLUCK IT OUT!!!’  Well, not literally!  What it means is, if you can’t withstand the temptation to drink wits-key, then hang around lemon-aid drinkers…  No!  Poachers!  No!  Green Peace!  No!  Just lock yourself in a room for a while, and behave yourself!  OK?  ‘Put that fork down!  It’s not worth it!  Martha (Russian), tie him down!  No!  Tie him up!  No!  Bind him!  Remember, it’s unstable to enable.  Or how about: ‘Don’t enable, one more Fable!’?

Serial Killers!

Please!  Don’t touch my Shreddies!  LOL!  This is a true story.  I once heard of a serial killing where the guy was found kneeling in a bath-tub full of Corn Flakes, and a banana shoved up his Ass!  This one obviously had a sense of humor.  I hope you’ll stag funnier and more exciting deaths for us in the future…  Don’t forget your Playtex gloves…  

Look!  They can’t help it, so there’s no sense in asking them to stop.  ‘STOP!’  See?  Nothin… When you pick your future victims, would you consider a little T.V. first?  Just so you can get to know each other.  And watch out for tricky escapee’s who just wanna buy time anyway.  Just thought I’d give you a little tip there.  You probably know that already.  I’ll shut up now :O(

Suckie Babies and Mommy Caudlers! (Stupid Dictionary)!

Hey!  If it works for you, it works for me…  All I’ve missed, is another Kodak moment.  <Sniff!>  Really, what could of been the shot on this month’s Time Magazine!  <Blubber!>  I could have been famous! <Drip…drip…>  WAAAAAAHHH!

It’s a big world out there!  So while you’re here, spread your wings and fly!  What ‘out there’ has to throw at you is for more tolerable than the way you feel right now…  And your Mommy too…  C’Mon, you’re 51!  Give her a break and find your own place to live… These are all set ups for Nasty Dispositions!