Writings From Age 15 to 17

So I was going through some random shit in my closet in Tifton, and I found this box that contained all these random things I wrote when I was 15-17. In high school I never took notes or did anything (I was pretty much always stoned), so I'd just write absurd bullshit in my notebooks. It's pretty funny going back through these, because at the time I just enjoyed writing nonsensical shit (kinda like automatic writing, before I knew what that was) just to see what would appear on the page. Here are some random excerpts. Oh, and this is just a random selection, there's a fucking ton of stuff in this box.

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Romans fuck people up with swords. Their women lust for the 23 headed warrior pig god who tramples on the ancient ninja clans. Here we see the real conflict of modernity -- Romans versus Ninjas. One must not forget that the Roman blitzkrieg crushed skulls to powder underneath tank treads. Chuck Norris versus Treat Williams. The divine veil was pierced when the Godhead merged with the cosmic space baby. Then the triumvirate stood with shining voltron power. A screaming comes across the sky. Snowballs have flown their arcs. Emperor Norton joins the Masonic Temple and the Illuminati reigns until the Discordian harlequin jester unleashes the secret alphabet. We find meaning in the chaos. Form and pattern arise from static. Worship the glitch.

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Places where words and images pass you daily, art spilling onto the streests leaking from spray paint cans and running off the pages of newspapers. It seems an oracle lives beneath the city. Her ideas come and rise out of sewers and drain pipes only to give a passing message to the cloudy dawn....

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Cell phones, pagers, satellites, credit cards...
soon distilled happiness will be available
wholesale.
Take a break, a walk, sit in public places
chain-smoking
Scientists write programs to know the face of
God. The realize what they do and
implode into madness.
Long-haired losers who smoke drugs on Sundays
deserve death no more than I who read holy books
on Winter Solstice.
Psychologists disect brains with verbal
scalpels that hurt oh so much more than
steel.
Pot inhaled causes the teen to smash
babies on the steps of churches while cursing
Bush and praising Moloch.
I was driving down the road the other day and I thought I saw a dog bleeding on the ground,
but it was just a paper bag blowing in the gutter.

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I shall be filled with Apollonian sunfire tomorrow...maybe...hopefully....probably not.

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My only goal is to stream, scream, and dream through consciousness.
Sentient willow-men smile, leaves cascading empires.
Permeate boundaries, osmosis-dripping, stars become trails of time and light shining highways to heavens.
Borderless spectres ask to eat knowledge concentrate.

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Summon the pantheon of g[G]ods!
The Titans have arisen.
Broken from slumber by boastings of a
world gone made for nothing.

Broke Thought? Broken faces
cascade down rivers of worlds.
Space breathes! Shining with
lust for growing! Break the
glasses and shatter buildings.
For it is time.

Jupiter! Apollo! Lie-smith and all-Father.....Rise!
Archetypes have been changing with leaving!
Humans writhe, scream, gnash teeth in pain.

Twenty-one lines herald the
meeting of ancients. Move
with madness to ancient
rhythms. Gods are sentenced
and die on whims of man.
So let loose with amazing shows
of wonder; people are watching.

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I awoke from pitch-break rhythms
scattered
other lands and parallel beings carry
great wooden expanses to form
...the ground rises underneath me...
Crowleyian magicks do nothing
when crossed real minds.

Forming the triangle I
decide to evolve.

Lucid light lifts hands flailing
Stars to descend impossibility

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We live in safe houses of color in a gray reality. Color comes from the chaos which is the core of intelligence. The vibrant people in our society are those which ride the fringes of the possible.

If one could truly tap into nature's wavelengths of energy he would experience a sort of structured chaos in which he would experience all possible thoughts, feelings, and emotions at once.

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Some asshole outside my window is howling, I guess he wants it to stop too.

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I feel like a closed box with no sides. Maybe I'll rub my dreams together and hope for a spark. Minds are tapestries, and mine are unraveling. Mine are landmines and I want labrynths.

I'm a fucking ray of sunshine.

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Forward Friends! while corporate fortresses
stand illuminated.
Forward Fiends! angels whither and grow
like vines on my gravestone.

My existing post-modern ego does nothing
to build columns.
My words flutter and disappear like
fog in the morning.

What unbridled shape shall form next?
To scour worlds and build churches.

Perhaps patriotism petrifies people's organs.
Perhaps poetry permeates people's orgasm.

I stand eviscerated and disected, spread
on a table for the class of
surgeons in black.

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For the nights I stand with candles burning in my mailbox.

Broken wooden guitars crackle. My muse stands laughing with swords that drift to and from my throat, drawing blood. My insides atrophy and dissolve and leave me to be scattered.

I sit looking at unemployed ashtrays waiting for the inspiration that would cause my paper to burn through the page...but it's late...and I'm still sitting.

The speakers in my skull try to tell me that everything is connected, but I have doubts of my own.

I say fuck it, I'll wear my life as bleeding wounds on my arms and chest, stigmata and twisted baptism.

After all, it's so much easier in dreams...I'll continue to wear my smiling skull proudly, untill the day comes when it either becomes me, or I cut the motherfucker off.