Seedless

The term Insane in the membrane brought to us by the mid to early rap group Cypress Hill hill has hit home for Jimmy as of late his mind was bending like a whispering willow tree [i.e. think Lazy River road] than just like a dried out twig it snapped.  Doctors, and voices, and councelling sessions, and meds, meds and more meds have got him to the point of utter dispear.  He was ready to give up hope, he was nursed back to semi lucid elements of ‘everyday?’ life by his family who thru the trials and tribulations of there own could see thru the fog that encompassed Jimmies mind, body and soul.  Now after re-grouping, and slicing of friends like a butcher with a spiral sliced ham, he is still depressed and unsure.  The pharmacological answer is never the way to go, as Jimmy has proven time and time again.  Pure crystal clear serenity with God Almighty is the only way to see the golden orbs of light that frequent his periphrial vision.  On your Knees.  He is stuck in a alley rolling dice hoping for two threes, and trying to repair his temporarily frayed Mu receptors, but that is a whole different algorithm altogether.  Spelling I care not.  I am starting to overheat, time out.  There is no more Time outs my life is a perpetual time out, a vacation for Tucan Sam.  Its time to slip out of the shadows and back into the light.  Which means CONTINUED education on ‘_____’ what front, psychology is completed in my mind but the next stage is a degree in Color Therapy from the Art institute of Chicago, or most likely to appease his father some to say with a lack of words…  Something with a little more meat on the bone, Video Editing??  He just doesnt know, and for the first time in his life 32 years of his life he has to do something for himself.  How hard can filling out an application for another college be?  He doesnt know because his co-dependant mother has always taken charge.  He does nothing, and it is what broke his mind.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

Is there a rhyme and reason for this temporary madness?  I guess He will have to wait and see.  Its been years years since he has had a job he floats on thru the etheral liquid atmosphere summer-saulting thru phosphorecent bubbles that encompass the dimension that his mind lurks, Neil I have thought of you often as a back grow room quick latch dash escape door to enjoy the freedoms that are still present in this Country we call FREE, ha as if next thing when CNN gets turned on they will be stripping the 3 dollar bill of the words… ‘In God We Trust’ PATHETIC and stomache turning.  I need mountains again, I need, fesh snow melting creeks, I need the outdoors instead Jimmy is sniffling with a chapped nose from crosscountry skiing and mountain biking to pass the tick-tok that goddamn clock on the wall, Time is of no meaning to me I DO NOT CARE, but I should, errrr.  Jimmy should.  Instead he goes to bed at 5am and awakes at ’round 2-5pm daily, He has gained 10 lbs in the last week, Skeletor in full effect, bitch.

My patience is worn thin with electronic encryption I will end this song with a with a link to a show that letss you drift thru the fields of Homegrown, Kentucky Bluegrass at its best  http://www.archive.org/details/gd1990-03-22.dts.dan.31772.sbeok.shnf

Jimmy has been in a deep dismal unconsciousness when he fullly awakens and can deal with posting on electronic devices he told me to tell you to get down with the junglegym.

Peace,

OVERGRO

Seedless

Faded disillusioned memorys sparkling in the shine of a kit-kat gold bar.  Far out in another platform of consciousness, kicking it with the Beastie Boys walking on the ceiling of an invisible horizon in the star gazer arena of life.  Not the ‘out-of-the-box’ game of Life produced by Milton Bradley and shit, double dipped oreo’s.  Geeked out in the backseat, rushing off up’s and down’s.  The years past, living fast as the smoke settled 20 or so years have passed, trashed.  The supposed clearing just disguises itself as a cloud of dust from the enterior remodling that comes with the chemistry of the elevated mind.  Freedumb to do what I want, and the people that are so distracted from reality that they dont realize the damage they are doing not only to thier own self image, but to the environmental condition of the fragile state of this worlds current state of reality.  The cracks have started to spiderweb across the plains of the Earth as the ‘Low Spark of High Heeled Boys’ envelopes the background sound.  Telling the story of waste and suffering that comes from alternating your reality in the natural [i.e.] from the earth, old poppy plant the destroyer of the soul, and a smiling happy slap a sticker on it, stamp it FDA approved, and another fat cat is counting his off-shore money in Anguilla perfectly legal but yet controled by the all might dollar.  In god we trust, do people trust in themselves these daze god forbid trusting in god.  Raw pollination of the hybridization of the ‘Taken’ straight out of the X-files, obscene medical trials.   Ive been better days, crank it to eleven blow another speaker you goddamn tweaker.  The amber liquid with a thicker than water viscocity makes the ice cubes crackle as it gets poured, im bored.  Later

GreenPeace

Seedless

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Jimmy is alone in his room and is bored, the low hum of the computer is inaudible because of some Bigge Smalls he has blasting boombox funk into his ear canal.  The futuristic glow of blu LED’s and LCD screens give the room just enough ambient light to see around him.  S to the Double E D, mess around with OP8’s be on your way.  Triple Beam, My team is supreme.  I lose to much but I dont care… where the true players at?  I got the dough like Martha Stewart has chocolate chips.  Rollin’ cabbage, and party, and bullshit, and party, and bullshit.  The cold for some reason is blowing thru my frame indoors.  Jimmy gazes out his window toward the city, Midwest Overdose’r…

3rd eye, floated down the marmalade sea’s at some psy-trance kick-down, dumbing out to digitally soothing sound.  There was a girl that made my heart flip like I was a kid hanging up-side down on the monkey-bars.

I remember HPS 1000 watt ballasts,

horticultural tests with the bigtoe dipped in psychological research

last feeding with a fruit juice concentrate

Northeast, Vermont, New Hampshire, nostalgic autumn leafs burn

as the old chemist reclines and rocks on his [obviously] rocking chair his memory trails off into a maladroit fractal patterns.  Cartwheeling down the mathematical lyrical unheard.  Call me around 10, have sex, @ home by 1 am.  Hypnotize

magnifying loupe inspecting the formation of the mushrooming Trichromes as they pass from a milky white to a clearER auburn’ish, with about a 50-70% shading of the macro pigment pixels.

Jimmy’s writing has gone to shit, as of late so if anybody has any idea what you’d like to hear me write about.  Double O seven.  Catch me at the greenhouse, manually fucking NL #5 with a hot motherfucking female of the Skunk persuasion.  The plants love song of Opera swings in the breeze of the squirrel fans as the artificially electrolux light warms his skin in a Bahama, boat drinks fashion.  These arms of mine they are burning, burning and if you would let them hold you.  Memories of taking an old acquaintances virginity, in a small white house, set back off the road, the meomory is yellowing with time.  I remember nights of oranges, beer, and feelings of such contentment but unable to express it with out it coming off heavily handed, negative.  Wooden floors, late late nights boob tube’n, admist the tiny arm of futuristic Disney characters mixed in with the ancient pirates and one-eyed jacks.  I remember holding her in my arms, and just having a feeling I have never in my 33? years and ____??? countless girls, fucks, and relationships.  Fabrics of the oil of the essence of relaxation, elementary metaphysical experiments.  Try a little tenderness.  Anticipating, a thing Jimmy will never, never possess, its just not sentimental loving-less, it was a spark in my belly that was like a bottle rocket explosion, showing me what the future of fireworks with a opera music themed4th of July extravaganza.  An afternoon delight rockets in flight

Dumb, dumb, diddle, dee, dumb, dumb, on a cold rain and windy night she shut all the doors cut all the lights she squeezed me tight and told me everything is alright, Dumb, Dumb, diddle, dee, dumb, dumb, Happy song. - O.R.

Those good old happy memories like grandfather raking leaves of a brittle touch into a pile ignited with flame drift away down the nostalgic stream, where can my baby be…?  Pain in my mind wont let me sleep.  Jimmy associates with nobody and he is bored of them, he needs to add a cast of new cartoons to his fleet of friends, somebody stop this pain, oh, oh, oh…  Call me Mr. Pitiful,a glowing shade of emotions blu.  The glow wants to expand into electronic swirling bubbles, MDA  Shake that Ass in leather pants.  I lost everything I have had, and I need you.  A song I could sing.  I have got dreams, dreams.  I got dreams, dreams to remember… Honey I saw you there last night another mans arms holding you tight.  Ive got dreams to remember, rough dreams, strong dreams.  These eyes don’t forget, take a white Percocet, mixed with your Valium and twist another mans mind.

Everything remains the same… Sittin’ here resting my bones and this loneliness wont leave me alone.

Waste your time with me as I cant sleep and I am done with broadband recreation, bored with painting, and writing, I do have a book I should be reading.  I took a small dose of my sleeping pill earlier b4 I started writing this, its not working.  I woke up at 5:30 pm today.  I could take more and fall asleep for-sure but I don’t want to sleep the daylight away.  I am gettin’ sick of nocturnal life.  Tranquilize, Surmise, and Realize my ill fitting socially inept skills.

GreenPeace,

Seedless

Dumb, Dumb, diddle, dee, Dumb, Dumb, bring me something to look forward to.