Hey all.
I thought, because I have a minute, I'd regale you in some stoned poetry. The first is by Richard Wylde:
I'm on a one pay track
grabbin' for high dreams
sitting in the living room
the thoughts flow endlessly
I've spitting things left and right
I'm making my own cluture
I can feel another quote coming
come on, babe, take this lemonade dream
take that down, barbabra, I want
something more than art but I
don't consider art
everyone's considering
the underminding of fundemental partying,
like it was a literary term that needed some bartering...
...it keeps going in this manner, and if you'd like to read the whole thing ask Richard.
This one is by me, and is a rap, appropriatedly titled:
Rap Music > Sigor Ros
I shudder ar Brea ( <- I have no idea)
because that ain't me-ah
I serve up meatballs like were in Italiyah.
but I keep clean
and mad disrespect
(is not here) cause its green
and keeps me in check.
Guys wanna know how I get so good
I say:
Look me up in your area book.
I'm not asian but I'll drop my rhymes
I don't like chai, no my spice is thyme
so my eyes is burning
but I won't hit the sack
cause theres no time but you rhymes is whack-
Local!
I get "oh"s upstate
cause I'm Mexican
misappropriate,
I'm an Irish Man.
Page End Bitchelles!
Yeah, thats a sweet rap. I don't know what Brea is. I also laughed at the Italy line for ten minutes, and know don't even get it.
Okay, final Poem:
An Open Poem to Charlie Kurose and Alissa, Plutonically
Crab cakes are nothing like Todd
Because I agree with one.
All hope for a Haiku is lost at this point.
Cheat a cheat?
Yeah, probably.
But Charlie Kurose knows whats on in the middle east,
and its not his girlfriend.
That wasn't a diss to aliss.
I think shes as lovely as a faggot,
if I was gay.
So after the sun sets
the morale of the story is low.
The point is metophorically,
you can't fuck with Charlie Kurose,
because you think his girlfriends hot.
But Charlies okay too, I guess.
Plutonically.
I don't know if they are still dating, and I don't know why I decided to write about them, but at the time I thought it was a classic.
I wrote one more, but Its only mediocrely bad, like a lot of stoned poetry. I can tell I liked it at the time but only has one or two cool lines. Well, we'll see what happens.
Have a nice evening; Herrell, call me tommorow morning- 4.7870
Much Love,
B Thunder
I'm on a one pay track
grabbin' for high dreams
sitting in the living room
the thoughts flow endlessly
I've spitting things left and right
I'm making my own cluture
I can feel another quote coming
come on, babe, take this lemonade dream
take that down, barbabra, I want
something more than art but I
don't consider art
everyone's considering
the underminding of fundemental partying,
like it was a literary term that needed some bartering...
...it keeps going in this manner, and if you'd like to read the whole thing ask Richard.
This one is by me, and is a rap, appropriatedly titled:
Rap Music > Sigor Ros
I shudder ar Brea ( <- I have no idea)
because that ain't me-ah
I serve up meatballs like were in Italiyah.
but I keep clean
and mad disrespect
(is not here) cause its green
and keeps me in check.
Guys wanna know how I get so good
I say:
Look me up in your area book.
I'm not asian but I'll drop my rhymes
I don't like chai, no my spice is thyme
so my eyes is burning
but I won't hit the sack
cause theres no time but you rhymes is whack-
Local!
I get "oh"s upstate
cause I'm Mexican
misappropriate,
I'm an Irish Man.
Page End Bitchelles!
Yeah, thats a sweet rap. I don't know what Brea is. I also laughed at the Italy line for ten minutes, and know don't even get it.
Okay, final Poem:
An Open Poem to Charlie Kurose and Alissa, Plutonically
Crab cakes are nothing like Todd
Because I agree with one.
All hope for a Haiku is lost at this point.
Cheat a cheat?
Yeah, probably.
But Charlie Kurose knows whats on in the middle east,
and its not his girlfriend.
That wasn't a diss to aliss.
I think shes as lovely as a faggot,
if I was gay.
So after the sun sets
the morale of the story is low.
The point is metophorically,
you can't fuck with Charlie Kurose,
because you think his girlfriends hot.
But Charlies okay too, I guess.
Plutonically.
I don't know if they are still dating, and I don't know why I decided to write about them, but at the time I thought it was a classic.
I wrote one more, but Its only mediocrely bad, like a lot of stoned poetry. I can tell I liked it at the time but only has one or two cool lines. Well, we'll see what happens.
Have a nice evening; Herrell, call me tommorow morning- 4.7870
Much Love,
B Thunder