EvO's blog: "random thoughts and other shit"

If I spent a moment, speaking honest

could you spend some time listening

Listen in on some change

or could you spare some?

could I get a cigarette man? could I get a hit of that?

may I buy a bag of this please, I could use some

ectascy

ill pay you the money that I owe you, tomorrow,

tomorrow I'll be gone so

here's a twenty for this sack jack do you want to smoke, before I go away?

im smoking like a chimney chimney train, steam charging across the god damned plaine

without the brakes on, where its going , its going until its gone

light in my head up

go on and carry on

lighten my head up

go on go on

with your head up high

If I bought a nice nice car, could I get a house and a nice nice girl,

a nice bed to lay her down in turn off the tv and watch the tube top

roll up off her headstream, headboard will be banging bangin

Can I get a minute of your time, just a momant of your life

i ain't got no coat of arms holding me warm

shaking this can to earn some more coin

to buy my way from this place in time

and I'll earn my lot for free

they'll bury me with my lottery

in the hole that I dug

when my tickets up just tear it in two

peices

light in my head up

go on and carry on

lighten my head up

go on go on

with your head up high

when I speak sometimes the words just won't come out right

thoughts and ideas take a tangled flight, leaving my tongue in a knot,

and me lost in thought.

when I write though, not always but sometimes, some magical times, it's like the words

are transmitted to me from some cosmic thought center where right and wrong are neatly organized,all black or all white, no grey in sight, then they filter up through my soul and flow onto the page,,

I'm hoping this is one of those times,,,

lately my mind takes me on a trip, a journey with every thought, even the simple ones somehow manage to wrap themselves up, twist around with others and form a labyrinth, 

in which I find myself lost. Many times when I'm lost I turn to my compass, my anchor, my guide, that either keeps me in the "here" or helps me find my way home if I must leave.

Never do I need step by step turn by turn directions to find my way home,

just a your doing ok,

your making your way, it'll all be fine

No cosmic tom-tom sits on the dash of my mind

I've gone on these trips my whole life, I guess

I've gone alone,

but with my compass the going is easier

until I feel the compass no longer cares to help guide me home,

then I travel alone as the compass spins out of control

I spin as well

what I knew to be right becomes wrong

what was wrong becomes right

the maze less navigable

with no end in sight

I  am perplexed that so many of my friends are against a mosque  being built near Ground Zero .I think it should be the goal of  every American to be tolerant.
 The mosque should be  allowed, in an effort to promote tolerance.
That  is why I also propose, that two gay nightclubs be opened next  door to the mosque
thereby promoting tolerance within the  mosque. We could call the clubs
"The Turban Cowboy" and "You  Mecca Me So Hot".
 
  
Next  door should be a butcher shop that specializes in pork and have  an open
barbeque with spare ribs as its daily special.   Across the street a
very daring lingerie store called  "Victoria Keeps Nothing Secret” with
sexy mannequins in the  window modeling the goods.
 
  
Next  door to the lingerie shop, there would be room for an Adult Toy Shop (Koranal
Knowledge?), its name in flashing neon lights, and on the other side a liquor
store, maybe call it "Morehammered"?
 

For those who don't know, and that's everyone, except 2 of you on this site.

I am either becoming, or realizing I always was,  a buddhist,

so I was feeling kinda enlightened, granted by a very un buddah like way,

and thought of a different way to explain the diffrences between buddhism

and christianity,

kinda like buddhism for stoners I guess

like say you were in the shower, and you had to urinate, nah fuck that you had to piss

now the way I understand the two, one would say

I must wait, I would not want my girlfriend, wife, spouse, child,friend,stranger or myself to bathe in a toilet,,

while the other way of thinking would be more

ahhh hell it's wrong but it'll get washed away

or something to that effect, now you see why these are normally kept to myself

FREEDOM, WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO ME AND AT WHAT COST DOES IT COME?

HOW MANY LIVES WERE LOST IN BATTLES,  WARS FOUGHT "TO PRESERVE FREEDOM"  WHETHER THAT WAS THE TRUE REASON OR NOT,  THAT'S THE ONE THEY ALWAYS GIVE,   i HATE TO THINK THAT THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN WHO DO FIGHT AND WHO DO GIVE OF THEMSELVES ARE REALLY FIGHTING TO PAD SOME FAT POLITICIANS WALLET WITH OIL COMPANY KICKBACKS, OR WHATEVER OTHER CORRUPTION THAT ISN'T SO OBVIOUS THAT'S SURELY GOING ON,  BUT ANYWAY THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS RANT IS ABOUT.. WHAT DO WE DO WITH OUR FREEDOM? MOST OF US, WORK LIVE OUR LIVES THE BEST WE CAN, AND ARE GOOD TO THOSE AROUND US, AS MUCH AS WE CAN BE,  THYEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE THE SAME FREEDOMS AS THE REST OF US, WHO CHOOSE TO USE THEM JUST TO BE DOUCHEBAGS, BECAUSE THEY ARE FREWE TO DO SO,,, I GET SO MAD WHEN I THINK OF MY NEIGHBOR FOR EXAMPLE, HE USES HIS FREEDOM TO SIT ON THE PATIO AND DRINK BEER ALL DAY,,  IN ITSELF  NOT A BAD THING IF YOU CAN GET BY WITH IT, I LOVE A COLD BEER TOO, BUT AS SOON AS HE'S GOOD AND LIQUORED UP, HE WANTS TO TALK TRASH,  TO WOMEN, WANTS TO HIT HIS WIFE,  BUT WILL HE RAISE HIS VOICE TO A MAN,,  HELL NO, HE'S USED HIS FREEDOM TO BE A DRUNKEN COWARD,, HOW MANY DIED FOR HIM TO DO THIS,,, IT'S SAD EH?    ANYWAY  ENOUGH RANTING FOR TONIGHT,