-Loki.
Poetry(Ugh)

(Left side note here that my good friend Binary Cheshire has started a blog, The Entropy Report. Check it out. NOW)

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Tags: tlaloc, aztec, mayan, rain, poetry

Car wreck, pick up, beer is good. Never trust a fucking hippy. People that I love. Drama, sleepless nights, love, hate, confusion, games people play, Dreaming in circles. Walnut Street Bridge. Drive a car off the edge, soon.

Chris LeDoux was a golden man. God bless Chris LeDoux and all the men like him. There are so few.

Rodeos and bucking bulls, marijuana, telephones, sweet amphetamine. Ryan Adams does that things with writing that every one else wishes they could do, except of course, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, and Tom Petty, because they do that kind of writing.

Help your heart go solo and forget about your cares. I draw close to Japanese pop music at 7AM on a Monday, and things start to turn a little scary.

George W. Bush once said “We having a saying in Texas..” followed by some dumb shit that didn’t make since. Mambo #5.

Strawberry cocaine, Camel cigarettes, and a pocket full of Valium. I might be doing alright today. Have you ever seen the last remaining pieces of the Berlin Wall? It’s probably the most beautiful thing in the world. It’s a testament to the kindness and the brutality of mankind all at the same time. I’ll have to find a picture.

No links in this post. Not yet. Add later. 2012. Mayan calender. It’s said their calender was more accurate than our current Gregorian calender. I don’t doubt this. We screwed up our calender so bad we have to add an extra day every four years. I’ve been told February 29th is the unofficial Robert Anton Wilson Day. I’ll drink to that.

2012. The last year on that calender. Cataclysm and all that mess. Right, whatever. Bring it on. I’m ready for rapture, whether I go or not, atleast we’d all get some straight answers.

To end this, for everyone who’s ever told me to make a market for myself, to find my niche, NO. I’ll write what I want, when I want, and fuck all else. If someone likes it, great. I didn’t write this for you, I wrote this, and everything else for me.

Just wake up.

-Loki.
(Stuck in Lodi, again.)