Californiaflaky

It’s like…. An apple pie with a crust so flaky That you eat very little of it. They’re nice folks, some have nothing under their crust. Or ugly things…. I’ve never been to Warsaw ghetty, I’d swear I saw the gestapo tearing down tents Herding their dwellers into camps…. Oh, I’ve seen filth lying inContinue reading “Californiaflaky”

Don’t look back….

Soulmates, allies or enemies: They all look alike under the skin And carry no visible weapons. Don’t like being unevenly yoked, I pull myself. The attraction is real, but I pretend they are not there. I’ve been here before and I don’t want to play anymore. All I want is the exit door.

Aw come on, death really that bad?

Is it that our fears drive us? Or our ignorance? I don’t know, but I’d like to believe both. All religions talk about death, but truly they don’t know Sh*t. I’d like to know, Because this life sucks. People living in tents in cities with empty buildiings. People with gold plated doctors may still dieContinue reading “Aw come on, death really that bad?”