LordTool's blog: "Madman rambles on and on.."

Ok so here I sit. I'm in a blur kinda. I want to do something but not sure what it is. It's almost as if I'm on edge for some reason. Where is the suspense coming from? I'm crazy I guess. But what I do know is that I can't seem to find that one woman. That one that will be at ease. Not want to debate my every word. To give me my space as I give her hers. Keep up with sex and respect herself. Understands that sometimes my mind is fucked but my intentions are always good. Put me in their ex-boyfriend shadow. That's just the worse. How would she like it if I was to complain all day to her about my ex's? But I wouldn't stoop to that even if I had the fair chance to justify it. So I guess the point in this ramble is that I need to get a grip on myself and just lay back. Hopefully a nice decent woman will come to me this time and respect me for who I am and what my goals and plans are. Sex is great but I am no whore, so that is not a factor. Though I will admit and say that she must be able to keep pace because I like to go for a bit. Anywoo, Peace, Salam, Fridden, Der Frieden, La Paix, Shalom, Shanti Bengali...For the Aliens, I'm a liberal. =]

So light in his way, Like an apparition, {that} He had me crying out, "Fuck me It's gotta be The Deadhead Chemistry The blotter got {right} on top of me Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T" And after calming me down With some orange slices And some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school. It was so real, Like I woke up in Wonderland. All sorta terrifying I don't wanna be all alone While I tell this story. And can anyone tell me why Y'all sound like Peanuts parents? Will I ever be coming down? This is so real Finally, it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing 'Cause this shit never happens to me.... You believe me don't you? Please believe what I just said! See the Dead ain't touring And this wasen't all in my head. See, they took me by the hand And invited me right in. Then they showed me something I don't even know where to begin. Strapped down {to} my bed Feet cold {and} eyes red I'm out my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Can't remember what they said God Damn, shit the bed Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position. Such a heavy burden now to be The One. Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending, To write it down for all the world to see. But I forgot my pen Shit the bed again ... Typical. Strapped down {to} my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Sunkist and Sudafed gyroscopes and infrared Won't help, I'm brain dead Can't remember what they said God Damn, shit the bed.......

This is where I lay down my blood. Shed the skin of my heart. Heal the scabs I tend to pick. Regard on life and figure in the lust. Hate for the day until I break. Speak to the deaf with a loud but soothing voice. I recommend this method of hate. It seems to fit the pattern of death in our victims we erase to ease the pain. Comfort without drugs or drink. Sex without wet and sweat. Protection from the morbid bliss of reality. Dip into my soul for a look into Gods eyes. Feel the memory of the blind that once held the visions of the Alpha. I am the Omega that Jesus was afraid of. I am not a statistic for you to ponder. I will not be sold. I cannot be bought. But I will gamble my morals for the benefit of the weak children you abuse with MTV. Hate me.