bacon_grr paste! swine whine 020406 ... squillo near_engine 020509 ... squint this makes me a happy hippo. a hungry one, too. anyone for a game of hungry_hungry_hippos? 020801 ... string grr_bacon 020817 ... Christopher Kendalls Indeterminable By Chris Kendalls What kind of world do you live in? What do you think inspires me to write? I’ve only been around twice At my age I think that’s enough Keep your mouth shut when she speaks No woman wants to hear your bright ideas I’ve changed and grown anyway The one I’m with now has grown with me If you’re smart you’ll make the right choice Realize how directions part early The shame isn’t that you grow apart What’s more depressing is exactly how And when I get in these moods I have to put life into perspective I miss the potential to make that money I don’t miss the scholastics of it all I think for now I’m better off for it I try to live what I think is a simple life Try not to speak on my failures Run away from my misfortune I tried my hand at the clique Money talks people walk away If you’re not holding the money You can believe they walk away from you If you don’t know that now Trust you will before your life is over I’m authoritative with the verse Easily because no one hears me anyway Figuratively because I’m a monster I want to be known once I’m dead The hell with getting that realization Because knowledge with application is futile Money and pride don’t get along People try to guard themselves That’s why I’m lost in my art Looking at life through tonal inflection Color and hue and the emotions stirred Can’t understand the utilitarian The homogenous that are without a soul The beauty of life is in its kitsch Not very many make me happy anyway Even less that even care to begin with 030328 ... Christopher Kendalls This fucking clique and me By Chris Kendalls I’ve got 12 knuckleheaded niggas Used to be 30 strong Of course a lot of them like to hustle drugs There isn’t any future in that stop watching TV I don’t get a fuck about what rapper Fuck how he’s living Had some chicks in the organization too One of them ran off with my Aston Martin So I had to ride around California in a dune buggy Doesn’t matter now cause I make money racing across the desert I hate to see talented individuals like that go I guess the Ferrari wasn’t enough for her I don’t even know where I stand with these niggas anymore Like two bitches fighting over a Gucci blouse You know everyone wants to be a colonel or lieutenant Let me give any aspiring individuals a hint You’re looking to run with people that are about money They’re all looking to walk by themselves There isn’t anything significant behind this materialism Just make sure you’re the one making the goods You can’t buy happiness you end up lonely anyway You can create your own world to escape and get lost in None of it matters if you don’t have any sense of self though 030328 ... Christopher Kendalls Aggressive force By Chris Kendalls They still laugh at me about it My girl gave me a toy gun for my birthday It was back in 2000 around June 5th; visiting my girl I thought I would excuse myself and visit the can You have to be careful how you treat your ex-girlfriends As she appeared form behind the shower curtain I had not seen her in over 3 years I thought I was ok Girl interrupted what else is new I am looking at the gun that which was pointed at me My poor girlfriend is downstairs unaware of what’s going on I tried to reason with her but did I really? She jams the door so it will not budge Brushes the steel against my face I break out in a cold sweat Very quiet as she releases the safety my life flashes before me In addition, she can always climb back out of the window And I felt the warmth of cotton as she slips it over my head In addition, the pleats in the skirt brought it all back to my remembrance Moreover, I am staring right at it no unmentionables It is as if it is talking to me, pleading with me Not only was my appetite satisfied, but also she could not take any more Just for the knees to buckle and to think how I had volunteered before But now to think of it; sort of medicinal this time Moreover, it was all over with my eyes were even heavier Woke up the next day to look at my discolored tongue So I was sedated so what? Nevertheless, whom can you tell of what happened who would believe me? Nothing part of me did not want yet at the same time Was against my will but I guess that is how it goes 030328 ... Christopher Kendalls Predisposition / Hard lessons learned in Thailand Predisposition to all possibilities of determination By Chris Kendalls Calculations on a Chinese abacus The way this hits intellectually Ideas from one side of the room to the other Physically manipulating the positions of concepts You’re talking about weight in ounces So you can move drugs and brag about greed Arithmetic what used to be about money Wooden beads on a rusty steel wire they won’t use 2010 and all of the mathematicians are dead Think playschool can get through making it fun No blood sweat and tears If I had to scale alphabet blocks The way explorers went about mountains An enormous letter ‘a’ I can’t see in its entirety Because language and articulation are lost on fools Kids used to spell words in their cereal That street in New York was a haven of knowledge But now we’ll take grease on patties in-between buns So we can be a glutton and die before 40 Ironic how surgery is supposed to reverse that And let me die because it means nothing No water to satiate the needs of the masses Is it any wonder then in this day and age? Despite our sophistications and ‘luxuries’ Still the ignorant bastards of our predecessors I guess where technology failed Common sense filled in the inconsistencies Art made misery more palpable Although they used to be scientists Now we’re all insane As we aren’t working from anything Hard lessons learned in Thailand By Chris Kendalls Give her the room she needs Oxygen flows through your frame What flesh does to its surroundings Intricate manipulation of your body’s waste By product of one’s intake of substances About where you will find yourself at On the wrong end of the equation without a calculator Never realized that the truth could be this ugly You want to care about her trick care about yourself Cause you’re not exhausted paying out this money Millions of perversions to find yourself in Opening doors in mid air just because you can Like what you see inside and she’s beautiful Go in and the door closes behind you Trick everything you want is still outside And like a fool you turn back to walk inside Because you can see her playing in the window But this is one house you’ll never get into Like illusions with mirrors in an arcade You’d rather catch a contact getting high off the smoke Dizzy before you even get down the hall Because when that pressure is unleashed And your soul flows inside of her Because some of us get vulnerability twisted Days drinking cocoa crushing beans in-between our teeth Because they were no match for us Mixture of honey and brown sugar Might as well have shot up heroin As my emotions walked on top of me Trampled me as I fled from her Dark alleys I discovered along the way Screwing with the worlds oldest profession Who knows if these girls will ride with me Better that I’m married now Although it may be an assault on one’s senses Before your blood pressure explodes Let everyone slide on glaciers Nothing that would be that good for you As deceptive as this euphoria can be Not that you’ll ever come close to amnesia 030806 ... 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