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labor shite

when the doors to labor ready opened i started talking to this dude with an na key chain dangling from his pants. we talked all about our drug experiences and such, he told me all about robbing armored trucks... he began telling me about how these dudes jumped him once with a baseball bat and beat the living shit out of him. then he goes- watch this homey...-. and he turned one of his feet completely backwards, and then the other one. his feet and up to his knees were completely turned backwards... and i was all what the holy fuk? how in all hell? was i hallucinating? nope. then he started walking around like that while turning his elbows and arms all backwards too. i aint never seen anything like that in my life.

so anyways...
another day on the job, this time sent out with a black dude named charles, he drove us in his almost falling apart car to Reed arena on the big dumb campus here in town.
what are these assholes going to have me doing today for crap pay i thought to myself, rubbing my eyes, on only a few hours sleep.
we got in the arena and charles looked at the basketball court, pointing at the floor, saying- oh fuk- -what-? i asked
-you best hope they aint gonna have us pull that basketball floor apart like last time i was here- -Why?- i asked
- cause it's heavy as fuk!--
sure enough before long some assholes were going along with little pussy screw guns, taking the screws out, and some other pussy college boy who wasnt even from labor ready started getting these plastic sheets ready to put over the big wooden chunks of basketball floor. they had the pussy jobs. but me and charles had to be the ones to lift each 500 pound fukin wooden piece of floor and lift it down on top another one while trying not to crush your fingers and trying not to break your back.

i swear to fuk this shit didnt seem humanly possible, these things, these slabs of basketball floor weighed a fukin ton, and they looked endless, after about the 20'th piece we were still no where near even being near the half way point of the huge fukin wooden floor. i couldnt catch my breath, and my puny muscles began to moan in pain, i really thought about walking the fuk out of the place, walking home, but i had no money... it wasnt worth $5 15 an hour. shiit like this should pay like 15 bucks an hour..

i started getting angry wondering if the rest of my life was going to be filled with these horrible painful labor jobs just so you have enough money for a burger, some smokes, and a cheap 40 ouncer at the end of the day. it was bullshit.. i started getting dizzy, looking up at the huge reed arena, going into fantasies of climbing up to the top where the lights were and taking a flying fukin leap to my death. ughhh.. but i didnt, i stuck it out with shaking arms, using every muscle in my body to move these fukin wooden tons of shiit.

later in the day they had us pick up all the trash we could find in the seats, and i grabbed a bill cosby ticket stub that was ripped in half. he must have just performed there. i put it in my pocket and it made me more mad, thinking of all these assholes watching some dumb prick in concert that i never thought was funny, with all their rich fuking clothes and high paying pussy jobs...i found a couple good pens too. then they had us do more shiit breaking back fukin work before sending us home with only 5 and a half hours in which pissed me off even more. i got about 25 dollars, and my entire body is so sore i can bareley walk or sit up. fuk bill cosby and fuk basketball players. maybe it would be better being homeless, just a vagabond, wanderer, i aint cut out for much more of this bullshiit..

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they take your only smile only hand forced silence in a world out of the world thought we created safety but just forced silence only can speak pure truth now alone to myself cause they take it all away they watch wait spy report lurk this forced silence why bother anymore at times why even write if one has to hold back always all or nothing with me no limits forced silence needs to drink its own liquid poo honesty gets me in trouble truth is the reject truth gets you locked away or beat up claim they know whats best for me they tell me of this forced silence who claims they care who cares if they care just making things worse for what they want is a house pet mute with happy go lucky good looks and clean fur my thoughts held ransom my ideas held in things that use to bring smiles are only now part of their forced silence no longer can i sprout anything that wants to spurt earth am forced to obey this forced silence yet can never be fully silent when alone they cant get me cant always see me cant get to know me anymore when alone in a world out out of the world my silence is not going to be your rules when you tell me of this forced silence my silence dont exist in my head you want to get it all crush it all now you want me to have an invisable audience but i can never be silent so i will continue and you can all fuk off with your forced silince cause i'll say and do whatever the fuk i want and fuk all of you that tried to silence me cause i'll do and say whatever i want & you cant stop me and mind your own fukin world this one is mine in my world this world isnt out of my world.amen. more vodka.

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Smiling Earth

Felt buzzards scratch along surf in Santa Cruz morn earthquake massive mountains fell cars pancakes photo shop employee breaks past shaky grip reality no longer important shooter
Had something to say earth shifts armor freak
Fully intact rounds officers down
World destruction
Floods, fire, earthquakes, tsunami waves, war, children dieing, mothers crying, religions, global warning, pollution,
Attacks, attacks, bush is world war 4, Kerry is world war 4-
Edwards scares me with his white perfect teeth
Cheny is just a grouchy old rich asshole
With a daughter who likes to rug munch
No solution, invasion of fly larva, the news is worse than ever,
Texas tornadoes called Ivan ripping apart Jamaica now-
Ganja plants being ripped from earth cause of wind
Cause mother fukin nature is pissed off at humans
Crazy people in Idaho wired to the gills
Trying to figure out the seven seals over and over
Revelations gives vague hints; the Idaho meth heads keep adding 3’s
Souls of Russian school nightmare weeping for their mothers
Ghosts, sightings, try explaining MAITREYA
You cant, more than ever UFO sightings
Government media wont tell you about
19-year-old girls from out of town
who grew up upper class & were spose to become doctors
selling their glorious bodies to sick men
simply to get some fix they don’t really need
drug houses from here to tim buk two
being raided & shut down by creepy feds
couples killing each other as I speak, couples having rough sex
as we speak, imagine everything and anything
that is happening as I write this
Possibilities are endless & not all bad
for someone right now is falling in love this second
this second some poor trailer trash mo fuk just won the lotto
women are giving birth to future legends in art or rulers or serial killers
someone, maybe an artist, is overdosing alone with no money-
in a dark room while his cat watches, maybe he will be discovered in 100 years,
maybe not, people in prison are getting shanked right at this second.
Fathers are crying for dead sons, dead daughters, collateral damage
They call it, the U:S: government does not keep track of civilian deaths
Its just collateral damage never mention are Muslim children being blown apart
Bleeding to death as fight pilots, good ol boys, do high fives.
It’s not pretty folks, but it’s fukin reality most try & ignore,
Human beings will destroy themselves
Some ten year old is on a roller coaster for first time
Laughing his head off,
feeling something opening in his skull,
Modern physics talks of 3 dimensions but could be up to seven
Entombed toads, loch ness monsters breeding, fortune fates
Eyes of beholders in rainbows of rotten jelly with smells of fresh cut lilies
That grow on rooftops from radio waves of schizophrenics brains
Telepathy, dreams with the dead, dreams with the living,
1943, the Philadelphia experiment vanishing ships, aliens,
the government doesn’t
want you to think like this
there are subliminal messages on TV in all commercials
that keep you under their mind control
but on a lighter note, everything is fine,
life is a huge movie you can’t stop watching
& you wait for the end on VCR tape
just fuzz on TV stare, you can hear it, it’s inside.
All messages are never
easily seen or sought
When one does try
and go into dimensions of other
They call those people crazy loners.
Spontaneous combust the energy with no matches
See what burns, see what floods.

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Part 0000 -another morning at camp retard

Melvin felt pretty drugged out as he sat staring at the cafeterias floor after morning breakfast. It wasn’t the kind of buzz he was accustomed too though. It was a weird medicated state with many drug interactions all fuking with his mind at once. They had him on 4 different meds. He just kind of felt like a slow motion zombie who couldn’t seem to wake up fully, or shake off the increasingly growing psychotic thoughts mixed with depression. The seroquil was the worst med, Melvin thought, looking up from the floor to see that everyone was going into the TV room for morning group. Melvin just wanted to crawl back under his bed sheets and sleep the day away like he would sometimes do at home. Home was 30 miles down the freeway.
Melvin shuffled his slow moving feet and gaping mouth into the TV room, after a nurse he didn’t care for had said…
“Mr. Melvin, I wouldn’t advise missing group again today.”
It was exercise group. Melvin didn’t want to exercise, especially not at 8 in the morning. People should be sleeping at this time Melvin always reckoned.
So Melvin and the rest of the mental defectives and drug addicts gathered in the TV room on hard uncomfortable seats as one nurse started handing out these plastic colored plates to everyone. We all sat there looking around at each other wondering why we had these fukin plastic plates in our hands.

“Today in group we are going to get some exercise by sitting down in our chairs.”
“We don’t have to stand up then?” Barry asked. (Barry weighed three hundred and 50 pounds, had trouble walking, and had some weird fixation on 911, always saying in group therapy that if they ever attacked again, he was going to go on a shooting spree, killing any sand niggers he saw. That’s what he said) The more Melvin got to know Barry, and sometimes just staring at his bloated face, he could see this happening. Barry wasn’t well. Nobody in the place was. Not even the doctor or nurses. It was a real fukin nuthouse.
So the mean nurse put in some video and we all stared at the screen for a few minutes of silence before anything came on. Then it happened. Something quite bizarre. All these elderly people and young kids were sitting in chairs wearing spandex jump suits. They were all holding colored plastic plates as well, when the music started in background on TV and the leader lady in pink leotard jumpsuit spandex started moving her plates all around in the air tapping her feet up and down in some crazy geometric confusing method rhythm. The nurses started saying to us -to come on, move people, just follow what she is saying and doing with all the other folks.-
A couple crazy black chicks started really getting into it, moving all around, banging their plastic plates together. A few other ladies started joining in too. The female nurses, two of them, were all into it as well. Melvin stared over at Barry. Barry just sat there with his plates on his lap, while his fat mini feet began to try and wiggle around a little bit.
The lady in pink inside the TV was yelling all this crazy shit too.
“Back to the helicopter shuffle now. Do the two-step! Once again folks lets all shimmy down, shimmy shimmy down now, back up, do the hitchhiker.” Plastic plates moving in all directions with shuffling feet dances.
Melvin sat there all medicated up staring at the TV in utter disbelief, his mouth wide open, not moving any of his extremities. Just stunned. Drool began to fall down the corner of Melvin’s chin. “Come on now Mr. Melvin, lets move those hands and feet,” that crazy mean nurse said, while grinning from ear to ear, her feet and hands dancing around.
Melvin stared at her for a few minutes, not moving anything, except his hand up to his chin to wipe some of the drool off that was falling from his dazed gaping mouth.
The one black girl was now laughing non-stop in this echoing frantic insane laugh.
Melvin looked all over the room, stunned, and then he looked back at the TV.
“Come on Mr. Melvin, get into the shimmies, come on Mr. Melvin, lets get moving.”
Melvin stared back over at Barry, who looked just as stunned as Melvin. Melvin stared over at his bathroom mate, this older Buddhist guy who had tried killing himself on an entire bottle of kolonopin. His name was Lester. Lester had a ying yang tattoo on his arm.
Lester had been giving tips to Melvin on meditation.
Lester was making some half-ass attempt to move his hands a little, once and a while clapping his plates together. He looked over at Melvin, and they both started kind of chuckling.
Melvin suddenly stared back at the TV and started throwing his plates around in all sorts of wild directions, not following the shimmy shuffle, or the high up helicopter nonsense they were all singing. “ whooo haaaa weeepity dooo daaaahh! Were all fukin insane! Do the shimmy shuffle folks!” Melvin yelled, as he started laughing really hard now.
“Mr. Melvin, let’s not use those bad words now, you know the rules.”
“Sorry Miss Shirley.” Melvin said. Still moving his arms around, banging the plate’s together now non-stop, till one of them snapped in half. All the ladies were really getting into it, plus they were all laughing crazily now, except the two nurses. Barry started busting up, and Lester was trying to act poised and cool, but he just started busting up with laughter too, realizing how retarded this entire thing was.
Melvin went into one of his laughing fits, dropping what was left of his plates on the floor. It was surreal insanity at it’s finest. Melvin looked over at Lester and said…
“This is like some weird acid trip man.”
“Yeah, a fukin bad one,” Lester responded as they both laughed.
Melvin fell on the ground in a fit of laughter, rolling around kicking his legs in the air yelling.. “Shimmy shuffle, let’s shimmy shimmy shimmy, bahaha bhaha bahahahahah!”
“Mr. Melvin, sit back down and stop all that laughing, everyone stop all that laughing!” Miss Shirley screamed.
“Sorry Miss Shirley.” Melvin stuttered in-between laughs.
Melvin got up and walked towards the door.
“Where are you going? Mr. Melvin! Sit back down!”
“I gotta take a shiit, this is too much, I haven’t crapped in about 4 days now, cause those meds are making me all constipated.”
“Take care of yo buzzniess den Mr. Melvin!” nurse Shelley screamed, banging her plates together in some clapping rhythm of silliness.
Melvin walked back to his room, doing a polka like dance down the hallway, singing…”shimmy shimmy, do the shimmy now folks.”
Melvin sat on the crapper and waited, it took forever, and it wasn’t easy to squeeze 4 days of breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks out of his puckered starfish.
When he finished, he looked at the poop, and couldn’t believe he had almost filled the entire toilet with stinky poo poo. He double flushed, and got the plunger ready.
Melvin stared in the bathroom mirror and didn’t like what he saw; he wasn’t sure whom that person was staring back at him. Many faces. He went and lay on his bed after that and covered himself with the sheets hoping no one would bother him, so he could try and sleep the day away.
Just when he had tossed and turned for bout half an hour, he was about to doze off when Miss Shelley opened his door.
“You know Mr. Melvin, if you keep missing group, and walking out, they can keep you here longer.” “Bullfukinshiit, I checked in here voluntarily, and can check out any time I please I think, why won’t you people let me sleep?”
“I have a new medication for you here, Mr. Melvin, the doctor wants you to take this now.” “Fuk all that, they already got me on 4 different meds, I’m not taking anymore, I need to sleep, I feel sick, and I don’t trust that doctor, he told me to get a haircut and start dressing like a yuppie, fuk him, he looks like a pedophile..”
“Now Mr. Melvin, that’s a bad attitude.”
“I don’t give a shiit what you think, now let me sleep or I may do something really crazy, OK! LEAVE ME TO REST.” Melvin screamed, farting out some breakfast.
Miss Shirley slammed his door and waddled back down the long hallway.
Melvin curled back up under the sheets, trying to stop his mind from thinking, stop it from anger, stop it from depression, stop everything. He wanted numb darkness, with nothing irritating him. He wanted to be at peace, but he never was, as he now stared up at the ceiling, with the blanket now pulled up to his neck. He just lay there, and couldn’t get that stupid exercise song they were all doing out of his mind. He started laughing again, really loud, non-stop, till a nurse opened his door.
“Are you ok Mr. Melvin?” Miss Daisy asked.

an introduction to one of the male patients.
barry
Barry was one of the first guys that introduced himself to me when I arrived drunk at the 6-day detox center. –My names Barry, what’s your name? And do you play xbox?- he asked, in this weird lisp type voice. He had a speech impediment. Not quite faggy, but like Elmer fudd mixed with something I’d never heard.
-hey man, my names Norman, never played xbox bro-
-you should it’s really neat- (speech impediment voice I can’t try to explain)
Barry had a gigantic gut and it was so huge it slobbered its way out from the bottom of his shirt and only whale like white flesh showed. It was so big that it drooped a few feet past where his belt buckle might have gone. He seemed cool right off the bat. In my age I can get a sense for how someone is usually right away by their body language eyes and demeanor, plus I’m psychotic and at times psychic. Barry and me had a lot of good times during group, laughing our ass’s off at how ridiculous most of the shit was.
One day when my meds started working and I was feeling good, Barry and me were in group and the lady brought out this empty box that was painted and asked us what it was.
_It’s a fukin box!- Barry yelled
I started laughing non-stop for some reason.
Then she pulled out these puzzle pieces and told us none of them fit together but we were gonna make sense of it.
-Why the fuk would we put a puzzle together that we know doesn’t fit together, that’s ridiculous- Barry said.
This weird gospel music was playing to loud and people were walking around sucking their thumbs with food on their face mumbling weird shiit.

I began to laugh even more looking at the ladies face who was giving group, she looked like some twisted romper room teacher and I felt like I was in some weird dream of lsd comedy as tears poured down my face.
-would you like to share with the group what is so funny Norman?-
I started laughing even harder, staring at Barry, who was now laughing hard too, saying—
-1000 bucks a day for this shiit, and we cant even get any decent food, now we gotta pretend we our all in pre school, I don’t get it-
I was in tears; meds were making me more insane.
Then the lady goes---
-Well Barry, the point of this exercise is that things in life don’t always fit together, you see?- I stopped laughing for a sec.
- that’s stupid, I still don’t get it, what’s with the box? And puzzle pieces?-
then I started laughing non stop again as this schizophrenic lady stood up and said..
- I don’t need to be a part of all this, I aint letting anyone else steal my identity, we know what’s going on!-
She walked away mad.
Barry goes- what’s up her asss today?-
Then we painted boxes and put them together with glue.
And we had to write on the puzzle pieces things that were important to us. They must be positive things though.

This vacant ashtray
Empty with my fuk ups
Jiggling it’s glass
Laughing
Trying to get to me
It can’t
Today
Wait till
sun goes down
No need
for showers
Or ass kissing
Clock in
Walk in night
toy store
Saturated
Brain cells
Cooked
Funneled
Strainer
Follow directions
Stare
At your haz mat
Specialist
College
piece of paper
from 97
continue to boil
watch temp
or boooooooom!!
Nah, just cooking
Invisible
Ramen
Empty cupboards

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