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Get Mixxy Dirtbag.

by besatree August 13, 2010

Spit it straight. Not crooked or to the side, STRAIGHT. What’s it all about? What’s the fucking hubub? Accomplishments? Naaahh. Broken dreams? Naaahh. Creativity? Hell naaahh. On that new level shit. Too far advanced. Too futuristic. Two times two is four and fuck yeah I can still add. Even subtract too. two. to. toe. tag.

#251

by besatree June 24, 2010

I’m waaaay too humble.

I certainly feel a bit of both.

by besatree April 16, 2010

If constantly trying to see your position from others points of view, should it be considered thorough or vain?

Guess I’m the heavy-handed pitcher.

by besatree March 19, 2010

I thought it was going to be photo albums on the couch, some embarrassing old pictures and stories of childhood. I was mistaken. This is a chicken coop, and there’s eggs everywhere. I put you on a cliff with a satellite locked on your shoes…… I’m so so sorry.

Biting Back

by besatree January 20, 2010

What a scam… these demands from taxman. Don’t pay and your face connects with backhand. Get slammed by Uncle Sams clan if you’re not married, don’t have a kid and don’t own land. No plan was alright by me, but I got stifled with a rifle in-between my teeth. Trying to speak seems like such [...]

wrap it up.

by besatree January 14, 2010

I’m not a real rapper cuz I’ve got a nine to five, & since I show up promptly nearly daily I survive. I’m not a real rapper cuz I wasn’t exposed to hits, was hanging with the punk rock, screamo, grind and crusty kids. I’m not a real rapper cuz my fans are all my [...]

Marrow Leak

by besatree October 18, 2009

There was 44 more miles to go until I would be home. It was so late, it was early. My brain barely flickering sparks as I sped down the open highway. In the passenger seat, my backpack and sweater. All the sudden, a flood of thoughts from nowhere and everywhere… things to do, songs I [...]

Unlocking the Fire Doors & Disabling the Alarm

by besatree October 18, 2009

I remember taking the sounds of creaking doors as cues. I would stumble outside with a bag of trash or some recycling I had been saving in hopes of ‘bumping into‘ one of my neighbors, hoping to just talk to someone new. I remember stumbling up and down, and up and down the three flights [...]

Walking Away With A Puffed Up Chest.

by besatree September 16, 2009

Sometimes it’s ok to feel overly joyous about the small things, enjoy sheer ecstasy from the most minuscule of victories and revel in the tiniest of wins. Sometimes…. its’ ok to hit 6 pins and feel triumphant. Smile…. we all did something.

bad move haiku

by besatree August 21, 2009

queen on the chess board don’t make moves without thinking inconsiderate

Minimalism (in this case) is Nothingness.

by besatree July 9, 2009

Since when did you begin believing you belonged again? No call, no show, no attempt. Fly away birdy, fly away. I no longer care to hear of your plight. Keep it to yourself. This is not the place for your disdain any longer. Enjoy the coal inhalation.

Not Related.

by besatree June 8, 2009

Speed reading through the eyes of a dislexic. Painful, costly. Should have been reading them roads instead them books. Dropped call, picked right back up. “It’s just money.” crackles through the earpiece. End transmission.

Won Time.

by besatree April 3, 2009

Once, I was told that our parents have been lying to us…. its true. Washing out pots that you have cooked beans in is not the best way to clean. Let the beans dry and scrape. Crazy right?

dribble

by besatree March 17, 2009

I have a personal journal. When searching to remember feelings and/or emotions I more often find myself coming back to canaries than to visit said journal. I like this. Canary Pride.

One mighty headache.

by besatree February 22, 2009

Ups and downs. Treasury and the eleventh chapter. Captivated, captured. Fluorescent to dull, limelight to burnt filament. Scattered ash in a volcano. Ruptured spleens in cadavers. It’s like finally finding your dream……… and just not knowing what to do with it.

Miming An Explosion

by besatree February 12, 2009

So this is what is comes down to… binary code, lefts, rights and saltwater spickets. Ventilate me. Split-seconds create separate identities… thus creating split second identities. Worlds in an instant. Pasts, futures, memories, tragedies. Dark and bright times, hot and cold, sturdy and unstable, forced and flowing, living spaces and crawl spaces… just pull my [...]

Can’t Anchor Us

by besatree February 5, 2009

Stranded. Just sitting there comatose. Dead Silent. It’s a forced fit. Elegant?…I highly doubt it. Morse code maybe?…naaaah. Perhaps a trickster, feigning ignorance?…sad, but no. This is a diligent stupidity. This has been pinpointed and worked on…. hard. A disciplined game of “oops!” Shouldn’t there have been a banana peel, 50ton anvil, tunnel painted on [...]

Tear a bull.

by besatree January 19, 2009

Bright morning in a box. Clouds compose an overhang that cannot be outrun. If only, one could ascend. Snowfall is pure until it soaks into the floor it occupies. Dirt is always the foundation. Always. Try to stay grounded. No more middle, it’s all extremes. Must be militant about the apathy felt. Wishing the booklet [...]

Two Of Em.

by besatree October 27, 2008

Edge of the seat dreams, diminished. Long trips with little promise taper down and out. Idle hands itching to create and destroy have become able hands pounding out frustrations on a tabletop. The occasional text message is by no means equal to face time. Welcome to my double standard.

Bank on it.

by besatree September 28, 2008

Tenure. I was taught a lesson today on it. Trying to keep laundered money clean is confusing, because it doesn’t work. Seems much to easy to get caught up in being left behind. Just defeating the purpose. Dirty dirty money can be oh so fun. Splurge.

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