i had a dream

about walking around probably looking for someone in like old town or something of the sorts, and then i see some i know and probably have primal urges for in towel walking. im thinking its Talia. BUT she takes me to class or some sort of gathering with people with disorders, but not like retarded or stuff, like small stuff like deviated septum, sunburnt person among others. and its weird like some hippie shit/workshop. i end up seeing somebody, like denise there tho. and i spy some weird vintage records or some ish like a antique shop across the street and ask whoever took me here if that's where they get all their indie/folkie music. in the end see the person towel and droopy beanie, leave and i say, "BYE TOWEL TITS." and when i wake up, the first person that comes to mind when i think of "towel tits" would be Talia.

weird.

sometimes tho, my dreams are futuristic visions, that give me shivers when i experience them in real life. & i always say,"WHOA, i got Deja Vu."

the world s coming to

to all the people lowering their standards,
brain thought weaker than a house of cards,
always playing the low card,
bettin all in,
that right there is your inner demon,
the greedyness, gotta learn beat this,
like drummer beats his drum,
and the only thing we do as people is gettin dumb,
no not hyphy, but everyone else is taking it lightly.

economy is going to bust,
a rough time,
unused machines from lay-offs turn to rust.
we must get up off our asses,
and start saving our assests,
the 1920s isnt just like the past is
it seems like is gonna be our future.

what's to happen to all the elderly folk?
the govt subsidaries,
wont help them with HMOs
and now them fithy greedy hoes
cause my grandparents' woes,
like they dont help with the senior citizen housing,
what the fuck george and his secretary is doing is pretty lousy.

the second coming is far from here,
since the second depression is quite near
take care of all those you hold dear to your heart,
strength of families and friends is due to the part
that we got each others backs
even if the money that we lack,
or your home bro's cousin is a whack-O
so the next 2o years dont slack and turn slow,
leave that for the Alzheimer's vitcims,
and we bettter hope for cancer patients
to endure their pain with a little more patience
no doubt we're getting closer to cure that so hard to reach,
so don't say shit about them bald beauties if your momma doesnt work them, & dont preach

critcizing other doesnt really help,
the beatles is tellin we need somebody, anybody.