Pretty simple. In essence, this is a blog for blogging/chatting about random things to keep activity up. Regular rules apply.
I'll start out the blog with some grotesque songwriting. Tell me what you think of it.
The Bagel from Hell
A song of the Folk and Burning
late night my shoes are worn, in a diner its 2 in the morn
and i wonder what will i do tonight
cup of coffee and a cigarette more, clock above me reads 2:04
and the nightowls all got a story to tell
the girl with the short hairs parents wont speak to her no more
they call her an unholy dyke and they call her a whore (oh well)
order a bagel, butter and all, think to myself as i stare at the wall
killin time, counting the change in my hand..
dark man, sits on my right, shades keeping his eyes out of light
drinks his coffee just as black as his skin..
the man with the pack and the black hat sits in the back
his white eyes glow (like a fire burns bright in the act)
"WHOOOW" and the fat man comes in with little hair
his wife is unfaithful but he doesn't care as long as he can hold her tight at night
"YEAH" and the waitress julie is a poet now, she writes her stories on a paper towel
to publish them someday she says she might.
and the man in the back with the black hat stands and he grins
the first word he says all night is 'let the show begin'
(at this point I got in the mood for some extremely vivid and grotesque gore. Warning: not PG)
Julie wants to have some fun
so she takes a butter knife and cutsher fingers off one by one
to find a problem when she tries to start on the next hand
yea, and the fat man strips down the whore she cries to herself and
defocates on the floor, i don't think i want the second half of my bagel no more..
the fat man started to say how he wants to kill his wife,
as the dyke cuts off his tongue with a jagged knife.
and the two are making passionate love
and the dark blind man thinks hes seen enough,
so he takes julies pen from her right hand
and he stabs his eyes as according to plan,
cause the man in the back simple laughs and he smiles
and the blood spills out on linoleum tile
and the fat man starts to eat the flesh of the whore
yea the moods a little different than a minute before
I reach down for the last cigarette in the pack, walk over and sit with the man in the back i ask him why, he tips his hat and he smiles.