Psycho Culture

Psycho Culture

January 5, 2011

He Was Rush With It

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Hey
These naughty thoughts inside my head are mine
they are yours when you linger
sweet and warn between my legs
and they are perverse with sunday school ancient whispered
secrets that slither and slink like the satan in your
kitchen sink or a cockroach when you turn the light 
on because it's easier to lie in
the dark
i saw her plunging desperation the tri millennial slut miss
jezebel what a scandalous red disaster with her dancing 
all jerky and no shame her eyes never looked away from
your eyes that never left me with your fuck me
gaze so naked and i wanted to kiss your lips so rush with
our hot deception i could taste your poison as my sin and i
suffered in my desire that screamed now now as words tangled
with our bodies and sweat on skin on sweat on your mouth tongue
so fucking urgent now and those words were mine and
they were dirty they dripped with my sick need
and they fell damp beneath your ache like the sweet
slices of cantaloupes by the sink
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January 2, 2011

Inspiring Quotes

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25 Inspiring Quotes:
I hated every minute of training, but I said, “Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.”
–Muhammad Ali

“You can have anything you want if you are willing to give up the belief that you can’t have it.”
Robert Anthony

“There is no man living that can not do more than he thinks he can.”
Henry Ford

“Give me a stock clerk with a goal, and I will give you a man who will make history. Give me a man without a goal, and I will give you a stock clerk.”
–J.C. Penny


“The best way to predict the future is to create it.”
–Dr. Forrest C. Shaklee

“It’s not about time, it’s about choices. How are you spending your choices?”
–Beverly Adamo

“Success…seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.”
Conrad Hilton


“That’s precisely the question everyone should be asking—why the hell not?  – Why not you, why not now…”
–Timothy Ferriss
“Intolerance of your present creates your future.”
Mike Murdock
“The dreamers are the saviors of the world.”
– James Allen


“Destiny is not a matter of chance; it’s a matter of choice.”
–Anonymous


“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
–Eleanor Roosevelt


“The quality of a person’s life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.”
Vince Lombardi


“It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.”
E.E. Cummings


“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
–George Eliot


“How does one become a butterfly? You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”
–Trina Paulus


“Do not let what you can not do; interfere with what you can do.”
John Wooden


“One man with courage makes a majority.”
–Andrew Jackson


“Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.”
–Henry Ford


“Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of value.”
Albert Einstein


“Nothing great will ever be achieved without great men, and men are great only if they are determined to be so.  For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.”
–Charles De Gaulle


“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of Hell, a hell of Heaven.”
–John Milton

“You can not retain a true and clear vision of wealth if you are constantly turning your attention to opposing pictures, whether they be external or imaginary.”
Wallace D. Wattles


“Every great story on the planet happened when someone decided not to give up, but kept going no matter what.”
–Spryte Loriano

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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January 1, 2011

Boys Are Just Ho's & Tricks!!

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Some men are just plain fuckable, some are not.
It has more to do with chemistry than looks.
We are all of us prewired to prefer certain "types".

I have gone into that little exposition ad nauseum before, so I'll spare you the neuro-psycho-biological mumbo jumbo & just say there are those who for whatever the reason, we just want.
Period.
Exclamation point!

You would fuck him in the rain.
In the dark. Or on a train.
In a car. In a tree.
You would do him everywhere, you see.

In a house. In a box.
With a mouse. Hell, with a fox.
You would eat him here or there.
You would fuck him anywhere!

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December 13, 2010

Quote

"For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone. “What is it to be in love?” she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea. Hypnotized by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and within, her two books beneath her arm returned again, much as a soldier prepares for battle."

— Virginia Woolf (The Voyage Out)
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Bad Trip

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Just a freak of the weak
Getting sleazy comes easy
When the beat is sick
And your about to peak
On heroin and mushrooms
Move out of my way I'm queasy
Get me to the bathroom quick
Wow! I am rushing too soon
The world is starting to fade
As the colors start to spin
Insane I am tripping daisies
Don't let anyone come in
Reality is too real a shade
My mind is actually shimmering
Stop looking at me crazy
I can see Never Never Land
Where's Peter Pan?
I am not sure if I can talk
My name is what
I'm sinking in quicksand
Don't think I can walk
Cops? So what?
A night in jail is all I will spend
No big deal
So get off my high
What's your deal
I think your paranoid
I've got the power
I'm ten feet tall
I will be high forever
Nothing else really matters
Think I will climb the water tower
Did I just fall
I
I never
I never thought 
I'd splatter
I'm dead! I see my body splattered on the sidewalk.  Hey! That guy just walked by and kicked my eyeball!! 




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December 11, 2010

Pinball Wizard

My soul is true and deep
Though you failed to see infection Pictures, Images and Photos
What I carry inside and keep
Close to the nexus of what is me
Could explain why you don't care
You left a bruise
On the part of my soul I chose to bare
Only to you-- and there is no excuse
It was your choice to betray
What I held sacred and only for you
So it's not really okay
My soul is black and blue
My spirit a ghost
Through me you can see the stars
Though it's my demise you lust for most
Who knows-- since I am drowning my sorrows on Mars
(It's just a bar down the road--not too far)
Seeking any poison to cure
Or numb the screaming pain
Mainlining vodka (got any novocaine?) Gotta be sure
I can tap dance with madness straight through the vein
How else to save me from me?
Before you I was doing pretty good
Living in my own little world just being me
Once more I am totally misunderstood
If you hadn't been acting the fool
Selling out while losing your integrity
I use to think you were actually cool
You will never be truly free
If you continue to roll sleazy
Just another cheap dime store thug
Why you being stupid? Guess it comes easy
When your living low and spun out on drugs
It's actually tragic
Your so shallow and phony
Let your insecurities murder the magic
I don't think you will ever be
Again the guy I once met and knew
Long ago that was my friend
Looked me in the eye when he told me
Gave his word and shook my hand too
I guess that was a lie when you said we would be friends til the end?

I could never sell you out
Or in my heart wish you harm
Why did you even doubt
Let paranoia cause all this alarm
This has morphed from an external force
So strong I can't stop it-- so it feeds to divide
And keep us apart -- instead we collide, of course
Standing always on opposing sides
Caught in the circle jerk of life's crazy wild ride
That's why I am letting go -- I want to be done
Before I lose my soul like you.... I think
Your too damaged and it's not fun
Witnessing the depth you will sink
You've no moral compass inside, your character is not strong
This path will only end badly again
I thought I could believe in you, I was wrong
You were born in misery rancid with sin
I am only another in a long list of those you use
To exploit and discard, you don't care
After all you have nothing to lose
You took what you could knowing life's not fair
Time for me to get real stop singing the blues
Fucking a show to view in your hotel room
From the start it's been all lies and deception
It was wrong to think desperation would not lead to doom
Once you went from pipe to injection
Shooting poison straight to your infected mind
I should have realized you were already gone
From anywhere I could hope to find
You and rewind so that it was a new dawn
For you chose to let the ties that bind
You to the dark edges of your game in
Now nobody wins. Game over. The end.

Now your a tough guy with no one left to blame....

Just a pinball wizard, what a shame!

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December 9, 2010

This

This                                       
This is
Her soul into which your looking
Scarred by the storms of her life
Which protected 
What's inside
Cosmic stars
Glitter Horizons
Psychic Vampires
That wanted her mind
Tried to make her a victim
Clever defelection
Bloodlust lies
Clinging to something beautiful
Butterfly Blue Skies
Zodiac warrior floating
To an infinite orgasmic nexxus
Insanity the cruel razor slicing
Forever ripping her soul
Releasing the ghost
The ghost of her
Her ghost is seen
The ghost inside
The ghost that haunts her mind
Ghosts haunt her mind
                                         I am
Your ninja bad ass
your ancient indian chief
your suicide kiss
your philosophy on stupidity
your orgasm in sleazy
smoking poetry
and wicked fucking
while peaking
your moral compass
death whispering
diamonds lust
shimmery glowing 
thats all inside 
her mind

Cocaine

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i want to inhale you like a line of high quality cocaine. to breathe you in deep with a shock to my heart and a lightening bolt to my nervous system. to relish you as you drip down the back of my throat and linger on my tongue. i want you to make me feel invincible, and i want to never come down.
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December 6, 2010

The Story of Bad Billy....(ch.1)

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Take a story for what it's worth to you, doesn't matter if it's true or not.

Sometimes I feel like the one of my species on the planet.  I come from planet kick ass, and frankly this rock sucks.  I get up this morning and I spit blood in the sink as I punch my skull, I feel angry.

When I was young, the use to call me the Sundance Kid.  I use to run naked in the streets and the neighbors all thought there was something wrong with  me.  Our Florida winters weren't really all that cold,  but I was getting ready for the future, I knew it was going to be a cold one.

I have loved and I have hated and I have hated what I have loved.  I have known better and loved anyway I have known less and still I have loved.  I will take love anyway any day, but love is not easy never kind, love just is.  But my ex-wife is an exception to this rule.  She tries to attack me intellectually, says I am primitive.  Like a caveman, a big dumb animal.  I'd like to argue with her-- but I know I have always felt the urge to grab her hair and double fuck her with a dildo shaped rock.  When we were highschool sweethearts and I took her virginity after our prom, I wanted to reach through her and rip out her uterus like a trophy.  These thoughts go through my head as I just grunt and hang up the phone.  Honestly she is the reason I am all for legalized murder.

Mornings like this it usually smells like desperation and day old vomit.  I am headed to the 7/11 for a newspaper and coffee.  A mexican who looks like he just got off from every night job on the planet walks past me as I enter the store.  The cashier does not realize she is perhaps my best friend.  I talk to her every morning.  She is fucked up, was raped by her stepdad since she was thirteen til she finally left home. I've walked with her after her shift on some mornings.  She doesn't talk to most guys so I feel we are soul mates.  I don't talk to most humans.  She is all white and too thin with heroin eyes-- I think she is the most beautiful creature-- she probably comes from a planet of roses and rainbows.  Her name is Molly.

Today Molly wants to come over.  She has seen her stepdad outside of the 7/11 and she is crazy upset.  So, we walk back to my place and I invite her in.  She asks to use the bathroom, than comes out in skimpy panties and a t-shirt, her 7/11 uniform lays discarded on the bathroom floor.  She wants to go lie down in the bedroom and for me to hold her.  I take her into the bedroom where we have sex and than fall asleep, her too small little white body all curled up next to mine.  When I wake up she is gone and I wonder if she was ever really here or just part of my dream.





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~~~** SNIPERS**~~~

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Snipers are people who undermine your efforts to break unhealthy relationship patterns.


It's wrong. It's cruel.
Your bad. Your sad.
Your whole world is toxic and so are you.
          




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