The Weekend

Dis past weekend i flew out to Baltimore to visit da school MICA. It was fun. I liked it a lot. DA mix of da city and school is something I'm looking for. I was able to hit all of da hot spots like George Washington's memorial, da Hustler's club, da pussycat Club, and more. My main man Carl at the front desk of da hotel was sooper Chill. He told us on how da criminal mind works in Baltimore (he used to be an ex. police detective). Also when i was flying back home i was pulled to da side after going through da metal detector and placed in a glass tube where i had to lift my arms and get a body scan. I'm da criminal.

Lyrics

I have a few favorite songs that are all by the same artist. here's a taste

Psychiatric Explorations of the Fetus with Needles
Cats killing dogs, pigs eating rats
Every mouth will eat you up the king bug laughs
Belly of the heart, belly full of bats
The chromosomes seem not to want the fetus

They beat you up
They make you leave
Sticking needles in your knees
Knowing God will be pleased
Should make it easy

Snakes eating frogs, toads eating gnats
When the space ship beams you up boy, get drunk fast
Rubber bullet barn, titty suckin' calf
Goats and roosters, bees and bugs, amoebas

They blow you up, make it breath
Make it feel like a disease
Though it's hard to believe it makes it easy

A Spoonful Weighs a Ton
And though they were sad they rescued everyone
They lifted up the sun
A spoonful weighs a ton
Giving more than they had
The process had begun
A million came from one
The limits now were none
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun
Forcing it off with their hands
The trap door came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun
Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love

Songs by The Flaming Lips

The Poem

I decided to choose a piece from Bukowski cause i tend to find his stuff enjoying and a bit funny. cliche, yeah. But i like him.

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pur whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he's

in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be

sad.

then I put him back,

but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don't

weep, do

you?

I can be a Frog

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92TNIIbaBOo&feature=sub

A-z

blissful

Hope

Illuminate

Justice

Zenith