Rave - 'Legalize Marijuana' Bill Moves Forward

Rave - 'Legalize Marijuana' Bill Moves Forward

a great article on California's step towards legalization ...

thought it boggles me that pot is clsoer to legalization than gay marriage in the liberal state.

bet most of those stoner would agree with gay marriage, not care, or go into an hour long itellectual debate on how corrupt the government is.

Ring of Fire

just an insert from one of the novels i'm working on:

My hands were red. I've never seen much blood outside the film screen. I should be nauseous, scared. I was enlightened, high. My heart racing with delight. I couldn't keep my eyes of of it, her. It was warm like a bundle of wool blankets on the coldest night of winter. A puddle of wine kicked over by mother stumbling over too reach the blaring sound of the telephone that never rang. She looked up at me, mouth wide in shock. Almost erotic the way her lip quivered though her heart had already stopped beating. It was so silent here except for the curious rodents coming to investigate in hopes i'd leaver her here and they could indulge in midnight feast. Sometimes i feel tired of holding her hand but i couldn't let go. she was now a part of me. eyes glazed maybe from earlier drinks, maybe not. This is my first dead body. i've seen frozen animals, and tortured the house pets of those who annoyed me. but nothing was as real as touching the cool skin of one you erased. The alley shined red making the aura around us seem pink like a graphic novel come to life. She was dressed for success not a business woman not a dancer. Probably bored to death..death...in an office the way her hair ended in a tight bun, just trickles of hair grazing her face. Brunette, ageing gracefully but faster than she intended. She was porcelain now, losing the rosey cheeks she may have been known for. I waited until she was completely cold. i didn't know what to do with her.

Did i leave her here to rot? or

take her home and show her what her life could have been like?

Maybe this is what they call a conscience?

maybe not?

Dead in the Rain

Song i wrote after a couple glasses of vino:

Were slow and were glorified

Dried up in pain

Our tears are our enemy

We gloat just the same

Riding around asking to blame

Someone for our problems

They made us this way

The road is unclear

Drinkin champagne

For no other reason

Than they are to blame

Killing some time

Before we relinquish their grave

The cross on the wall

Shaves time off my game

Cuz ive seen fire

Ive dived into trains

Never again will I end u the same

Been under wires

Off the cocaine

But n a couple of years

Ill find you

Dead in the rain

The wine that you spilled

Makes me want to escape

The years that followed

Make me go insane

The sound that I hear

Is your lunch down the drain

It was a lime and a wiskey

Hold the ice and the chase

You met my parents

I won’t forget that day

Bet they won’t either

While at church

Trying to ray

To block out their mind

About the time you came to stay

Their garage still won’t open

Like their minds and estate

Cuz ive seen fire

Ive dived into trains

Never again will I end up the same

Been under wires

Off the cocaine

But in a couple of years

Ill find you

Dead in the rain

Dead in the rain

Dead in the rain

Ive tried your phone

Ive tried your home

Trust you wont forget me

Each tiem you lie

Your eyes to sleep

Youll see my face

Somewhere laughing

While your dead in the rain

Cuz ive seen fire

Ive dived into trains

Never again will I end up the same

Been under wires

Off the cocaine

But in a couple of years

Ill find you

Dead in the rain

Dead in the rain

Dead in the rain

Youll see my face laughing

While your dead in the rain

Dead in the rainnnn

Dead in the rainnn

Dead in the rain

She fell off the boat in port la
surfaced on the shore
without a grin upon her face
music sounded
begin to cry
look to the heaven
to beg the sky why?
On her marriage bed
she almost died
seems her groom
didn't mind
suppose to sail
to the islands and back
how it's raining
there runs her mac
when shes done
shell sue his ass
no matter what they say
shell defend her class
veil washed away
dress in shreds
no more heels
wished she had her meds.

Sorry Internet not kosher update asap.

30sec Music Freewrite

She worse a green dress, emerald. Hair smelled of lilacs and loneliness.
She walked through the pebbled streets nicking her toes on the curb.
Town cars flashed their lights as the stench of a storm approaching about to erupt.
She could feel the clouds about to burst with anger, turmoil and infatuation. Mascara dripped like wax burning the ground a hollow empty black.
She approached a streetlight held up against a bridge.
Water below sounded of reds, orange, autumn. The rain welcomed her with spite.
The dress of polka flew through the air, a paper kite kissing the moonlit sky goodnight. Tumbling down into the misty sharp edged water below.
She'd no longer cry.

Untitled.

Backed in the corner
she cannot scream
the name of her love
still goes unseen

no one will save her
not her mother, friend or foe
her life now in danger
death with one last blow

how much more can she take
this torture she consumes
blinding light like an altar
no god in this room

on her knees
she begins to beg
tears and remorse
she cant feel her leg

must be night
cause now she cant see
how long has she been there?
does anyone miss me?

lights go out
air is dead
struck by her own misery
while she lies awake in bed...