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I writ a blog with my mind.

You know what my daddy used to say? What he used to say, 'get too old to cut the mustard, lick the jar.' [laughs] I don't know what he meant by that. But I tell you what  the computers and the drugs is going to take the world over and no matter how high I wanna get I ain't gonna snort no pills. That's right. That's the mark of the beast. Jesus sent Moses to tell 'em. Then when the great flood came, that's the reason he shut the door. Him and the animals. And they couldn't get in. They drownded. I like to get really fucked up, you know? Plum outta the frame. But I can still control myself. I just like to dance and have a good time, till somebody fucks with me the wrong way, then I'm all to pieces. You know, I can't control it then. Well, I've got brain damage on the side of my brain, and I don't know which side, left or right, where I huffed gasoline for ten long years. It'd ate a hole out my brain, and the doctor told my wife when they'd come to get me out of the hospital, mental institution... He said, "I'mma tell ya, his brain cell is eat up like a pile of cigarette ashes," but I don't know which cell it is in my head. 
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