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Saturday, 30 July 2011

@ 08:43

Roll it, poke it,
light it and smoke it,
crumble, stumble,
pass it to your flatmate,
pipe some, bong some, 
use a bit of homegrown,
suck it, bucket,
inhale to get stoned,
weed need, thai stick,
ganja always does the trick,
rope dope, mary jane,
smoke the shit,
get insane,
bogart, eyes that smart,
rollin' has become an art,
pass the j to the i
and we'll all get stoned.



Thursday, 28 July 2011

@ 05:11

Life In Frus.
- murdermachine

I've just got 
a bright
idea
But these folk want to
quash it
And drown it
Beneath their moans
And groans
And yelling
And pointless contemplating
Because they
don't care
About anything 
else
Besides making 
a living
For a life not well lived.

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

@ 06:33


Tuesday, 26 July 2011

@ 07:33

White moon, white moon
Breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature
My own double feature
As I'm warming the bleachers at home

Well, my nose keeps on bleeding
'Cause it's rita I'm needing
I better call out a meeting of the boys
Of the boys
My friends are all dying
And death can't be lying
It's the truth and it don't make a noise

Oh Rita, oh Rita
If you lived in mesita
I would move you with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof
That although you're aloof
You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun

Easy come, easy go
Be a star of the show
I'm giving up all I know to get more
To get more
Photograph the picture
Young grunt pin-up scripture
For locker-tagged memories of war

A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And a finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost

Proto-social is the word
And the word is the bird
That flew through the herd in the snow
In the snow
Lemonade me, then grade me
Then deliver my baby
And if my friends all persuade me, I'll go

Blink, blink at me Rita
Don't you know I'm a bleeder?
And I promised I wouldn't lead her on
But she met me, then led me
And I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song 



- White Moon by The White Stripes

For the sake of our understanding: Ad valorem - to the value.
Themadnessvalorem - The value of madness.

IN FRUS.

because the world is round
it turns me on
because the wind is high
it blows my mind
so here we are.

you're not welcome

if you can't explain why you're here

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the mighty het commanded me to complain about everything here

he said to be angry
sad
passionate
noisy
crazy
intense

and to understand the value of madness.


exits

but without escape
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lollapalooza
like catching sunlight in a jar;;
crossroad directors and stone pickers

le dossier

because life is a murder mystery July 2011,