tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53186622004700309012012-02-16T07:40:27.820-08:00There's a new Mouse in town.Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-57596262309716198722009-07-13T11:56:00.001-07:002009-07-13T12:15:28.626-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I'm just trying to break even<br />Up against the odds.<br />But if you break even<br />You're just left with the odds.<br /><br />They ask for what I believe in<br />I just say, it ain't God.<br />Am I wrong for believin'<br />That I -myself- am a God?<br /><br />The answer is- keep retrievin'<br />Without the maraud.<br />If everyone else is thievin'<br />Why is my thinking outlawed?<br /><br />I'm against the deceivin'<br />Put away the facade.<br />We were never akin<br />Because I am not a fraud.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-5759626230971619872?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-55396414058576610922009-07-12T17:00:00.000-07:002009-07-12T17:56:24.520-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">They say I hold anger<br />I disagree.<br />I advertise it like a banner<br />please diss me.<br />I know that having manners<br />will never help me.<br />The owner of a new manor<br />I will never be.<br />It is a part of my languor<br />I cannot be free.<br />At least, not with the anchor<br />that is stopping me.<br />I do not walk, I just stagger<br />I am not cocky.<br />Why care about swagger<br />I am just me.<br />Why care about the glamour<br />it is an insecurity.<br />I do not need a banker<br />fuck the money.<br />Keep the money yammer<br />away from me.<br />Lets set fire to it, I talk amber.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-5539641405857661092?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-13409903584357571322009-07-12T06:50:00.000-07:002009-07-12T06:51:45.410-07:00Go to www.mickeyodyzeus.wordpress.com for my poem [finals].<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-1340990358435757132?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-21886113059580873182009-07-10T14:12:00.000-07:002009-07-10T14:50:00.410-07:00Paperboys, delivering disinformation across the nation...<br />It's a dog-eat-dog world; so I'll bite them with no hesitation...<br />Carnivorous; cannibal like Hannibal, using my mandible...<br />Leave 'em mulled; an animal, with thoughts that are rational...<br />But in reality, there is no rationality within our anatomy...<br />We commit evil deeds, without giving a fuck about a casualty...<br />Just to fill our needs though;I just need my weed-smoke...<br />Burger, Fries, and a Coke; a new episode of that Weeds show...<br />I'll be alright; they said that I'd get left if I didn't go right...<br />So I went left and got right; until I straight left, out-of-sight...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-2188611305958087318?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-18174705426573633722009-07-08T12:57:00.001-07:002009-07-09T23:04:01.601-07:00I'm living my life good behind bars, like rich convicts...<br />Doing whatever I please; my interests hold no conflicts...<br />Tranquility to me, is to infinitely see the possibilities...<br />You act handicapped, but I don't see any real disabilities...<br />Aside of a disabled mind, which can be enabled in time...<br />Living in digital; cable without DVR, there's no rewind...<br />An old soul in a young body, like a classic put on DVD...<br />True authenticity, won't even let me accept your piracy...<br />All of these fake copies are going to cause a paper jam...<br />I'll introduce them to the shredder; they're paper, man...<br />I'm etched in stone, not stoned; you better move back...<br />Light a blunt and watch the Emperor get his groove back...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-1817470542657363372?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-29835335560922919692009-07-08T01:08:00.001-07:002009-07-09T23:20:32.895-07:00Mouse, are you faded? No, I'm a watermark...<br />A pocket bubbler; the fusion of water and spark...<br />An oxymoron, just subtract all of the moronic...<br />Add -cotton; it's not cheap. Understand my logic...<br />Back to my drug of choice, marijuana's suffice...<br />The THC crystals shine, like I committed a heist...<br />I'll steal every last jewel; wait, I am the jewel...<br />An <span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">Amethyst in the ocean, or a mess in the pool...<br />Let's start over; Hi, I'm Deep, are you Shallow?..<br />I'm multidimensional, and you're a lifeless shadow...<br />No outline, just out-lines; I set your boundaries...<br />Drift into the black-hole and you'll be bound to me...<br />I'm the revelation, that the whole world fears...<br />Deluge myth; I'll start a flood with a deity's tears...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-2983533556092291969?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-83982459437310283962009-07-07T23:42:00.003-07:002009-07-11T23:45:21.298-07:00<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p style="text-align: center;">When my state of mind is relaxed</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I mine out facts.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I prefer correct syntax</p> <p style="text-align: center;">while trying to lay out tracks.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">No get-backs</p> <p style="text-align: center;">but mistake slip through cracks.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">A needle in a haystack</p> <p style="text-align: center;">but still flamboyant like lilacs.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Flow freely like a kayak</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Prepared with no backpack.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Blueberry Kush in a knapsack</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I only carry fat sacks.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I disregard feedback</p> <p style="text-align: center;">you should mind your beeswax.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I’m a Mouse with no cheese-stacks</p> <p style="text-align: center;">call me Bum Rat.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Immune to verbal anthrax</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I disarm terror-attacks.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I’m not a puppet like Barrack</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Obama is just the pax.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">As clear as a picture, no Kodak</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I’m cleansed, I’m borax.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Let me hide in my barrack</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I don’t really like flacks.</p> </div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-8398245943731028396?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-17384230782612063982009-07-07T22:03:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:04:22.150-07:00I wonder. Does self-expression manifest self-correction?<br />No. There is no correlation. No relation, whatsoever.<br />There is nothing to rationalize; but are you surprised?<br />Well, why don't you rise? They know a rise will never arise.<br />They just say don't, don't, don't; but I say don't be afraid.<br />The definition of brave? Who cares; rather be a slave?<br />They say don't take action, believe. Trust is used to deceive.<br />There is deception, everywhere; from death to conception.<br />Do you even care? I don't, but I still won't, remain ignorant.<br />I won't ignore it, or rant. There's no need for a correction.<br />Only the acceptance of the exception. I am the exception.<br />My thesis is this, I am Jesus. A forced thesis, right?<br />So coarse and off-course. The truth isn't hidden in Morse.<br />But, it is coded. Which is probably why my head exploded.<br />Thought blots, around me. Slowing traffic like blood clots.<br />The answer, trapped by the cancer. The answer, is dead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-1738423078261206398?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-49352792401204696872009-06-29T01:33:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:18:25.830-07:00I thought it didn't faze me, but the judgment drives me crazy.<br />I guess I was dead wrong, but I'm dead gone; stoned, I'm that strong.<br />That's usually not the case, they make me feel like a waste.<br />But I'm obviously better, than whatever they say, times forever.<br />I haven't committed suicide, 'cause I don't want another ride.<br />I don't wanna come back here, I wanna get my Life degree, disappear.<br />Then reappear in another dimension, another life intention.<br />They treat me like a stranger here, so I'm obviously a stranger here.<br />Even though they emulate my ways, 'cause I'm ahead by days.<br />It's like my mind's in the future, I just need a dime to Kama Sutra.<br />Yeah, you know I'm blunted, that's the only way to stunt it.<br />Depression creeps up and talks a good game, it's an emotional strain.<br />I see through all of those people, me and you are not equal.<br />Because you don't see the difference, between me and these infants.<br />Lie To Me, I should host it, never seen it, but I should host it.<br />I know why I stay in the clouds, Depression is on Earth and he's loud.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-4935279240120469687?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-77678983224516773182009-06-22T18:54:00.000-07:002009-07-11T01:08:26.002-07:00I enjoy life but I<br />enjoy my dreams better.<br />I would give my life<br />if I could dream forever.<br />Our wonderful dreams<br />will never leave us.<br />It's our miserable life<br />that tend to deceives us.<br />I can only recollect<br />the dream before I wake.<br />It's always lovely<br />whatever I can take.<br />It is not imaginary<br />It is only temporary.<br />A nightmare is a bad life<br />living can be scary.<br />I stopped have nightmares<br />I lost the fear.<br />Controlling my dreams<br />Lucid Dreaming is real.<br />I make it feel<br />like life does in this one.<br />My dreams are real<br />you're just living in this one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-7767898322451677318?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-7694757152873235682009-06-17T00:12:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:17:56.431-07:00I shadowbox, my opponents are imaginary...<br />Unfortunately, my imagination's rather scary...<br />But rather than bury, I bring them to life...<br />Let them decompose slowly, living the fast life...<br />My past life implanted my common sense...<br />And living-out Idiocracy is just a consequence...<br />Consequently, I have learned to deal with it...<br />I'm real with it, you better learn to deal with it...<br />My explicit nature makes it easy for a hater...<br />To dig himself into a hole, deeper than a crater...<br />I'm deeper and greater, man amongst boys...<br />7.1 surround sound, you're surrounding noise...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-769475715287323568?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-50427149451631086442009-06-16T11:42:00.000-07:002009-07-11T02:22:59.316-07:00I am dead in the crowds<br />so I keep my head in the clouds.<br />I can wait until I am dead in the clouds.<br />I will be dead and be proud<br />to have made it out of this system<br />to say that I have risen.<br />This world is an intellectual's prison.<br />And I am an intellectual prism.<br />I can change your perception<br />reality changes through different eyes.<br />Overcome the deception<br />All of the meaningless lies.<br />I overcame the inept<br />came back and gave them depth.<br />Yet I am still windswept<br />by an implausible concept<br />only reachable through death.<br /><br />_______<br /><br />I freeze fears, hit defrost and leave them there...<br />In the air, you can have them, I do not really care...<br />It is rare for me to share my thoughts, sincerely...<br />Because, even if they listen, they will not hear me...<br />It's a lost sense; most establish a false pretense...<br />Then fall tense, but that is a part of the sequence...<br />I see from whence the pense spawned and yawn...<br />If you consciously evolve, all the evil will be gone...<br /><br />_______<br /><br />Look around, I'm on another plane...<br />Nowhere to be found, I'm on another plane...<br />I'm a Mouse, going west like Fievel...<br />There's a gun in my hand, upon my arrival...<br />No rival, I'll deface my competition...<br />Wear their faces, then face their opposition...<br />I can only hear myself, no chants...<br />I ignore ignorant rants from ignorant ants...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-5042714945163108644?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-49786854206314642172009-06-14T02:36:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:17:37.961-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">My life is discombobulated, as defined...<br />The thoughts that I hear, fuck with my mind...<br />At times I feel alone, in fact, confined...<br />I'm trapped in the hole that society minded...<br />Remember, knowledge was enshrined...<br />Take a look now, we're being led by the blind...<br />Don't even wonder why we're behind...<br />It's because your whole existence is outlined...<br />But I will not bind, my mind is refined...<br />I possess independents thoughts, unsigned...<br />They will not find another with a mind...<br />That's able to stand tall, all alone like a pine...<br />Off a pint of whiskey, but feeling fine...<br />Always feeling fine, depression hits the mind...<br />Not me.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-4978685420631464217?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-6286958303388602002009-06-09T16:58:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:17:23.614-07:00I just ended a long-time relation, no more correlation...<br />We were good friends, but she got caught up in the fixation...<br />I packed all of her bags, dropped her off at the station...<br />She left my train of thought, I live in an abandoned nation...<br />If she didn't know that before, I'm sure she does now...<br />She's always been a chicken, at least now she's Kung Pao...<br />I know she wanted to slice, dice, and chop my pepper...<br />Jerk the boy off, get the soy sauce, but I just didn't let her...<br />I just wrote her a letter, to explain the unexplainable...<br />In the game of life, you have to deal with the unattainable...<br />Every criticism given, can be considered constructive...<br />Take this as good riddance, make the situation productive...<br />I show signs of prudence, but overall, I'm a nuisance...<br />Destroying this land is the only way I'll reach newsstands...<br />Fuck being destructive, the only thing we can do is go...<br />Collect the two hundred dollars as we pass, and never slow...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-628695830338860200?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-62568773536265728232009-06-07T22:08:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:17:17.277-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">If you're not real to me, I don't exist...<br />You don't wanna be free, it's not worth the risk...<br />Why speak if you're going to make noise...<br />You're bound to fall if you're a man with no poise...<br />Be yourself, why lie about what you do...<br />Believing your own lies won't make them true...<br />Here's to you, the man that enjoys lying...<br />Are you really a man, or just a little boy trying...<br />If you can't experience growth, be serious...<br />You have to know who you are, you're delirious...<br />I'm not a bad man, I'm just trying to help...<br />We all have to play with the hands we're dealt...<br />Instead of living a fallacy, acting retarded...<br />I'm free from reserve, I guess I'm wholehearted...<br />Free from hesitation, no word will go unsaid...<br />I'll walk through reality and speak to the undead...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-6256877353626572823?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-60715413608420742322009-06-04T06:08:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:16:59.450-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Aye! I keep a stinger with me like a bee...<br />Fuck what you see, I'm heated Heavy like D...<br />White girl on E, effed up like it's her prom...<br />I'm a G though, and I stay dropping H-bombs...<br />Fuck an eye for an eye, just give me a jay...<br />Strike you out like a K, smoking L's everyday...<br />Call me the M, I'm educational like the N...<br />Blowing O's like oh, then I'll pee on your friend...<br />Right on cue, but what the fuck are you on...<br />I have an S on my tee, not from being strong...<br />I'm single, what about you, I can be your V...<br />Throwing up the W, the X-factor's who you see...<br />Why would I lie, I break it down from A-Z...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-6071541360842074232?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-40779420648747905142009-06-02T23:09:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:16:50.760-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I smoke to maintain an appropriate mind frame...<br />Frame my mind, as long as you alleviate my migraine...<br />I would love to migrate, away from my dire fate...<br />Killed my faith, cooked it and served it on a paper plate...<br />No pay per plate, there is enough to go around...<br />You know I should be crowned for being so profound...<br />I won't compromise myself, I'm self-deployed...<br />The rest, I avoid, they are nothing more than a void...<br />I'm a bit annoyed 'cause they show no growth...<br />Actually, they're like cancer, an uncontrolled growth...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-4077942064874790514?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-1374780015295158062009-05-31T14:10:00.001-07:002009-07-11T02:55:40.351-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I'm stressing out.<br />But it's either..<br />be stressed or be out.<br />So I sit and express<br />what I'm stressed about.<br />Such doubt.<br />Years have passed.<br />Tears have passed.<br />But shit is the same.<br />I'm doing this shit in vain.<br />This shit is an emotional strain.<br />Strains are stress induced.<br /><br />See what stress produced?<br />See what stress deduced?<br />I need a boost of confidence.<br />I receive no love.<br />I receive no hugs.<br />There's no comprehension.<br />I believe that no drug..<br />holds love but..<br />the pain will lessen.<br />The pain is a lesson.<br />I'm guessing that you<br />want to be my teacher.<br /><br />In my theater of mind<br />I'm the main feature.<br />But to you..<br />I'm an inhumane creature.<br />All you do is hurt me.<br />All you do is irk me.<br />So to me..<br />you are unworthy.<br />But I still love you.<br />I hate myself for that..<br />So in the end..<br />I hate you.<br /><br />I can't wait to..<br />leave you and everything..<br />around you.<br />I'm bound to..<br />break free.<br />Away from the entropy.<br />But the end of me..<br />just may be..<br />the only way to accomplish..<br />my lone wish.<br />A dish best served cold..<br />like the bullet that I hold.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-137478001529515806?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-29931154570569330412009-05-31T14:09:00.001-07:002009-06-15T23:20:39.635-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Simply, without the -ly becomes <span>simpl</span>e...<br />Friendships without the lies become <span>simple</span>...<br />Everything's simple, what's your <span>complex</span>...<br />Why are you looking for someone to <span>con next</span>...<br />Don't take it out of context, just <span>continue</span>...<br />Self-improvement should be on your <span>menu</span>...<br />It's on mine, I know I need <span>improvement</span>...<br />I tend to dream about starting a <span>movement</span>...<br />Feel free to join me, but you don't <span>have to</span>...<br />I still smoke joints and I want to get a <span>tattoo</span>...<br />I'm a nonconformist, exactly as <span>defined</span>...<br />Either see me as I am, or just remain <span>blind</span>...<br />Does that make me a bad person, to <span>you</span>...<br />And if it does, does that mean that it's <span>true</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-2993115457056933041?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-91838681894221800072009-05-31T14:08:00.004-07:002009-07-07T22:16:23.598-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">You're as pretty as Psyche, <span>psyche</span>...<br />I used to think you were the curious <span>type</span>...<br />Now I just think that you're a <span>dike</span>...<br />In need of exercise, don't get off the <span>bike</span>...<br />Be like Jared, don't be like <span>Mike</span>...<br />I'm Mike, Mike Tyson, the enticing-<span>type</span>...<br />So girlfriend, take a hut, hut, <span>hike</span>...<br />If you're not the type to reveal each <span>strife</span>...<br />A cheetah, concealing each <span>stripe</span>...<br />Luckily, I'm Bob Lee Swagger with a <span>snipe</span>...<br />No need for stimulants, I'm <span>hype</span>...<br />But I love taking hits from the weed <span>pipe</span>...<br />Mary Jane, that's who I really <span>like</span>...<br />I've never been one to fuck with your <span>type</span>...<br />Worthless to me, you're just <span>tripe</span>...<br />And I'm the shit, I was born in <span>pinstripes</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-9183868189422180007?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-56168893872517667052009-05-31T14:08:00.003-07:002009-07-07T22:16:16.672-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I know I am <span>different</span>, but I am <span>indifferent</span>...<br />It shouldn't make a <span>difference</span>, I am <span>deliverance</span>...<br />I know I am <span>heaven-sent</span>, never <span>hell-bent</span>...<br />I don't believe in heaven, sorry but I like to <span>vent</span>...<br />Why isn't life <span>scary</span>, 'cause life is <span>temporary</span>...<br />I try to live life <span>merry</span>, but the outcome <span>varies</span>..<br />I smoke blunts with <span>Mary</span>, <span>Mixed Berries</span>...<br />Watermelon, <span>Hot Cherry</span>, and even <span>Blackberry</span>...<br />Two for a <span>dollar sir</span>, far from a <span>baller sir</span>...<br />That's why strip clubs never see me <span>holler sir</span>...<br />I don't wear <span>Hollister</span>, the mind of <span>Aleister</span>...<br />I am a fear <span>elicitor</span> and <span>elixir</span>, stuck in a <span>twister</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-5616889387251766705?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-70942812663997768682009-05-31T14:08:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:16:07.368-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">A living <span>anomaly</span>, with no friends or <span>family</span>...<br />They hate <span>abnormality</span>, so I am a left a <span>casualty</span>...<br />Casually <span>living</span>, I must be casually <span>sinning</span>...<br />My world is casually <span>spinning</span>, I am not <span>grinning</span>...<br />When the smoke is <span>gone</span>, the hope is <span>gone</span>...<br />I hope that I am <span>strong</span>, just enough to <span>hold on</span>...<br />Life is a <span>process</span>, that I can barely <span>process</span>...<br />So I rarely <span>progress</span>, suffering emotional <span>distress</span>...<br />Calm in the midst of a <span>storm</span>, I am so <span>torn</span>...<br />No reason to <span>mourn</span>, I just want to be <span>airborne</span>...<br />As free as a <span>plane</span>, mysterious and <span>arcane</span>...<br />Characteristics that make the <span>inane</span> act <span>profane</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-7094281266399776868?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-92227405986998547052009-05-31T14:06:00.004-07:002009-07-07T22:16:01.245-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">You could <span>drain</span> the <span>sane</span> from my <span>brain</span>...<br />But I would <span>remain</span> the <span>same</span>, just <span>refrain</span>...<br />I tend to <span>implement</span> everything I <span>accept</span>...<br />My mind is the <span>vent</span> that dries the <span>cement</span>...<br />I present the <span>ideal</span> example of being <span>real</span>...<br />Amply representing how to think and <span>feel</span>...<br />Every <span>emotion</span> tends to draw <span>commotion</span>...<br />I have yet to find a <span>potion</span>, my only <span>notion</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-9222740598699854705?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-69650952876276531762009-05-31T14:06:00.003-07:002009-07-07T22:18:50.832-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Sitting on the moon, waiting to blossom...<br />Waiting to become a <span>Vileplume</span>, or a <span>Bellossom</span>...<br />Tired of rheum, I miss being an <span>Oddish</span>...<br />But before becoming <span>Gloom</span>, I was an odd dish...<br />Left brain of a <span>Mewtoo</span>, I redefined wise...<br />Right brain of a <span>Mew</span>, too, the child you despise...<br />My innocence is true, I have a pure heart...<br />Invisible to a few, but I would love a pure start...<br />The egg in the Volcano area, I am <span>Moltres</span>...<br />Invade my area, I will burn down your fortress...<br />The evolved form of <span>Raticate</span>, just Mouse...<br />Eradicating <span>Pokemon</span> outside of <span>Misty's</span> house...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-6965095287627653176?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-50462614371624409872009-05-31T14:06:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:15:47.154-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">An <span>extra</span>-terrestrial, just because I'm extra...<br /><span>Stay on your level</span>, you <span>might</span> level up next, bruh...<br />The <span>game of life</span> and its <span>levels of consciousness</span>...<br /><span>Insignificant</span> words to those that are <span>conscious-less</span>...<br />This is a message to <span>everyone </span>on my friends list...<br />I only have <span>two</span> friends, aside of that, I'm <span>friendless</span>...<br /><span>My self and I</span>, the only people that know <span>me</span>...<br />Yet to see it all, but what the fuck can <span>you</span> show <span>me</span>...<br />When you can't even show <span>me</span> your <span>true self</span>...<br />I <span>read you</span> like a book, put you on your <span>true shelf</span>...<br />Still, with the ability to <span>deceive</span> like the bible...<br />The protector of truth will <span>receive you</span> as a rival...<br />Upon arrival, I <span>never</span> took <span>you</span> that seriously...<br />Although <span>we got serious</span>, it was never serious to <span>me</span>...<br />I <span>thought</span> I was a man, and <span>men like vagina</span>...<br /><span>Now</span> I know better, I <span>stopped</span> fucking with <span>Chynna</span>...<br />I <span>stopped</span> fucking with <span>you</span>, for <span>other</span> reasons...<br />It would have <span>never</span> worked out, <span>amongst treason</span>...<br />Yeah, <span>opposites attract</span>, just <span>not</span> in this case...<br />I just <span>hope</span> you don't look at yourself in <span>disgrace</span>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-5046261437162440987?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-3400843347985647472009-05-31T14:05:00.002-07:002009-07-07T22:09:02.337-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I smoke too much; oh well, school days...<br />School leaves me dazed, smoking purple haze...<br />Saying hello to my teachers, with a smile...<br />I ain't a rookie, I've been going high for a while...<br />Higher than the mile-high city, I stay gone...<br />Looking around the class like, the fuck is going on...<br />Is this Amsterdam? I even smoke in parks...<br />Nature; out in the open, hoping the lighter sparks...<br />If not, I'm going to get mad and; no I won't...<br />Smoke up, go to class; got some bud? No, I don't...<br />Unless we're cool, you know, like friends...<br />I won't hesitate like a fool, lets roll up some ends...<br />What's the reason for the love? What's not...<br />Mary Jane is my girlfriend, you know she's hot...<br />Don't agree? Fuck you if you ain't feeling me...<br />She's appealing to me, and she stays healing me...<br />I keep it one hundred, I don't have to lie...<br />My name is Mickey Odyssey, I love getting high...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-340084334798564747?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-30754140729619239062009-05-31T14:05:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:22:23.147-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">Cafe noir, chocolate-frosted eclair...<br />A young Voltaire, I write poems in my lair...<br />Amidst a nightmare, in nightwear...<br />I will pay the night's fare, if the night is fair...<br />A knight's affair, the laisser-faire...<br />Either remain unaware, or obtain despair...<br />I swear, I should be the king's heir...<br />To establish welfare, amidst the warfare...<br />I make sense, like I own a license...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-3075414072961923906?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-88833439503899070242009-05-31T14:03:00.002-07:002009-07-07T22:07:52.805-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">The beauty of life, restored...<br />Let happiness be its own reward...<br />Face the opposition, be brave...<br />Life is a game that you can't save...<br />Extend the time limit, indeed...<br />Look at me, how can I not succeed...<br />Intelligent, and I make sense...<br />Innocent with a loss of innocence...<br />Confident, and yet so humble...<br />A lone stone in the concrete jungle...<br />I just mind my own business...<br />Can you testify without a witness...<br />I stay away from deceitfulness...<br />Closer everyday to complete fullness...<br />It's something that we all need...<br />Just inhale the weed and breathe...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-8883343950389907024?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-83097337757188470832009-05-31T14:03:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:07:40.930-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I make sense, but sense can be senseless...<br />Ever since, all I've been able to sense is repentance...<br />Lets rewind time, since time is not timely...<br />My mind's blinds prevent the shine from blinding me...<br />No precedent, what I represent is unknown...<br />The president, and the only resident of a new zone...<br />In my UFO, I see you below with my third-eye...<br />I don't know why, but some consider me a weird guy...<br />Strange? A bit, might seem deranged a bit...<br />There's so many rough plains, but my range is infinite...<br />My mind's steady, I'm ready, and then some...<br />I wouldn't be a deity, if I would see it, and then run...<br /><br />Why trip over a lady, lie to me baby...<br />You will either save me, or just enslave me...<br />If I grow to love you, if not, bye bye...<br />Because I would rather spend my time high...<br />But if you choose to lead me bravely...<br />I will forever be grateful upon reaching safety...<br />Happiness is only real when it is shared...<br />Sadly, I shunned away everyone that cared...<br /><br />Mutual respect, that is all that I ask for...<br />What the fuck would I be wearing a mask for...<br />I am not Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde...<br />Sorry I lied, 'cause I am a bit on the crazy side...<br />I won't hide, but I will glide around freely...<br />Wings take me where none of you can see me...<br />But I can see every single one of you fucks...<br />Searching for me, as if you ever gave two fucks...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-8309733775718847083?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-44387070657416104552009-05-31T14:02:00.004-07:002009-07-07T22:07:08.045-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">A complicated fish, but is there any other...<br />All alone in a bowl, never even met his mother...<br />Fish flakes would always fall from the sky...<br />He wanted to reverse the process, rise up and fly...<br />Ideas flurried, but a lot of ideas scurried...<br />In fact, most of his ideas kept him a bit worried...<br />What would happen if he was successful...<br />Although he was a fish, life would get stressful...<br />For example, he didn't find his space ample...<br />Tasted the better life, when there was no sample...<br />An impossible mission that just might work...<br />So is it possible that I am as crazy as this jerk...<br />Anyways; he felt no negative waves around...<br />So he jumped up out of the water, hit the ground...<br />One bounce, two bounce, but no commotion...<br />A complicated fish, graduation from bowl to ocean...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-4438707065741610455?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-78962783355052985272009-05-31T14:02:00.003-07:002009-07-07T22:06:43.402-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">You're too far to be close...<br />I'm a star above the coast...<br />You're a star below the seas...<br />Too far for my insecurities...<br />But you're within them, too...<br />And as a friend, I love you...<br />Don't ask for what I've said...<br />If it wasn't today, it's dead...<br />Too real, ask me a question...<br />I'll deal with reprehension...<br />So as far as anonymous goes...<br />I'll show her Pinocchio's nose...<br />By holding up a little mirror...<br />Can't paint the picture clearer...<br />I don't trust you the same...<br />I'm anesthetic, I feel no pain...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-7896278335505298527?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-46856319558696254752009-05-31T14:02:00.001-07:002009-07-07T22:06:20.876-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">You're crazy if you think we are the same...<br />Five simple words: You think with your brain...<br />I, on the other hand, think with my nose...<br />Then I over-think and ask myself why life blows...<br />Just joking; your nose, you should follow it...<br />If it is full of boogers, then you should hollow it...<br />Simply because, we all need a clear view...<br />Grab some tissue and let your nostrils steer you...<br />But where to? Well, to infinity, and beyond...<br />Just remember that this secret is not for a peon...<br />So if you did not catch the Buzz, Lightyear...<br />There is no reason to fuzz, 'cause I am right here...<br />Ready to make an army of Mucus Men...<br />To take over the Western Hemisphere, and then...<br />The rest of the world! Well, that is not true...<br />The truth would be this: Well, I have no clue...<br />Should I ask you? What should I do next...<br />Why do I feel vexed? Why is my life so perplexed...<br />When I receive no answers, I ask my nose...<br />If my nose does not know, then anything goes...<br />So when my nose is stuffed, I say fuck it...<br />Gather my mucus up and shoot it into a bucket...<br />Then I yell: Grow Mucus Men, grow...<br />Seriously, can you imagine all the fun we'll bestow...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-4685631955869625475?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-27451165413026999162009-05-31T14:01:00.000-07:002009-07-10T21:25:22.271-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">You are in grave danger<br />if you are a stranger.<br />There is nobody stranger<br />than this stranger..<br />Put up a wager<br />If you are strange, sir.<br />There is nobody stranger<br />than this stranger.<br />I consider myself<br />the purple Power Ranger.<br />I will summon my Zord<br />simply because I am major.<br />Realize that we're not<br />on the same page, sir.<br />In fact<br />we never were.<br />Don't you wonder why<br />I seem like a strange blur?<br />It's because I am<br />where you never were.<br />But that's not<br />a reason to show rage, sir.<br />I am a Transformer<br />I'll transform into an eraser.<br />A cheap eraser<br />to make you a strange blur.<br />If we were both strange blurs<br />we wouldn't be strangers.<br />But we will never be<br />on the same page, sir.<br />For one simple reason<br />I am estranged, sir.<br />Oops, sorry!<br />Still up for that wager?<br />I know I should be<br />locked up in a cage, sir...<br />But I'm too polite<br />So please, put me away, sir.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-2745116541302699916?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-14454071051237762882009-05-31T14:00:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:06:00.775-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">This is an introduction discussing my abduction...<br />Fussing over the destruction caused by my obstruction...<br />And also by my mind, according to all the blind...<br />But I say the cause is the blind, the ones that just bind...<br />To anyone with knowledge, not to pay homage...<br />They acknowledge them with the intent to tarnish...<br />The image of a society, the image of a deity...<br />Who they fail to see piously, but this third-eye in me...<br />Seeing you all, allows me to stand here tall...<br />I can't fall, because I'm not even standing at all...<br />Since I float on the clouds, and I'm proud...<br />Even if it's not allowed, I float above the crowd...<br />So they have no effect, as long as they respect...<br />Because any form of disrespect can earn them a check...<br />On the list that I carry, of who I'm going to bury...<br />Pop like a cherry, I'm just playing but it's kind of scary...<br />To know what I think, when I start to sink...<br />When I start to shrink, I just open my blog up and ink...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-1445407105123776288?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-18841449285547763512009-05-31T13:59:00.000-07:002009-07-11T15:46:25.575-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">He was out of her league<br />and out of this world.<br />But if he was to breathe<br />she was to become his girl.<br />The answer -no-<br />was irrelevant to his quest.<br />So before he'd go home<br />to rest in the moon's crest.<br />He would ask for a conversation<br />to enlighten.<br />To save him from the alienation<br />or just to brighten.<br /><br />A day.<br />A day and night.<br />A day's nightmare.<br />A night's daydream<br />that wouldn't become a night's fare.<br />Thoughts that he<br />really couldn't rationalize.<br />He was an intellectual<br />that you couldn't categorize.<br />She was spontaneous<br />and full of happiness.<br />He knew that was a mixture<br />that he should not mix.<br /><br />But he did.<br />Did he? Will he?<br />Maybe.<br />He'll find himself<br />and lose his mind.<br />or simply<br />go crazy.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-1884144928554776351?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318662200470030901.post-22675015949002827772009-05-01T09:47:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:05:05.463-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">I am whatever you say I am, a fill-in...<br />An arcane Pisces, that they cannot reel in...<br />I'm real in, more than three-dimension..<br />Enlightened, most are too dim to mention...<br />I go upstream, while the others just stop...<br />Get caught in nets, hit decks, and just flop...<br />Just drop, like their souls were taken...<br />I guess I should wait until their souls awaken...<br />If I'm not mistaken, they are out cold...<br />Ignorance is bliss, it's not a reason to scold...<br />It's not a reason to hold, any contempt...<br />Just don't get bold and try to block my attempt...<br />Most of y'all are bitches, little gay fishes...<br />I'm an unknown species, but the most vicious...<br />Malicious, even with a benevolent look...<br />I'm still a fish, hiding from a malevolent hook...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318662200470030901-2267501594900282777?l=coldchilling.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854921199547434581noreply@blogger.com0