Monday, March 26, 2012

Testament in Cobalt

If I'm killed by a police officer or a scared white person, please kick it hard in my name. I have provided you with the sound track ( Include "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen and anything by Prince or Michael Jackson. Whoever wins the dance-off gets all my stuff. Rep underground artists, especially the comedians. Do this for 867 days straight. Drink, smoke, and have sex with everyone in the name of love. Write about it, take pictures, and paint so that future generations know how awesome my death was and will aim to make their own deaths as cool.


Monday, March 12, 2012



To all those out there living your dreams,
A ho is a ho, despite what it seems.
They'll eat at your roots and tell you to grow,
While delighting in fighting to make you a ho.
When a ho bids you caution, remember the source.
You do as you feel. They do as they're forced.
Though friends are friends and foes are foes,
You'll lose energy fuckin' with these trifling hos.
If 'hos are your enemies and hos are your friends,
Then you're likely the one that this poem offends.
But if you wake in the morning to a spirit that gleams,
Tell those 'hos "Go Away!" and keep living your dreams.