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ACT ???

Female 1: "Ok, fine! I'll tell you about the...run in with the law incident, Ok, so awhile back, while I was living in San Fran, I met this guy, you know? Totally sweet, and totally hot. He asks me to go to the gym with him, and of course that's a great opertunity to, ya know, put on little spandex...and for him to put on little spandex. So we get to the gym, and totally hit it off. He's into just going to movies, and out to lunch, and even going to the mall with me..."

Female 2: "What's he look like?!"

Female 1: "Oh, dear, you know, some Rock mixed with Colin...a total babe... with a tight body, and really, really nice ass, an-"

Female 2: "What about the, ya know, spandex at the gym, what was in it!"

Female 1: " Well maybe I'd get to it if you would all kindly stop interupting me...but anyway, the spandex sitch. is looking FABULOUS. We get to know eachother pretty well...he's always winking and flashing smiles at me. We literally go get coffee, eat together, work-out together, everything!...except,"


Female 3: "Except....??"


Female 1: "Sleep together! ya, I know, why the hell not you ask? well...this is when it gets crazy. We go out to a bar that I've never been too. He tell's me that I'm sure I'd find somebody..but here I am just lookin at him, ya know? But anyway, I get into the bar- FILLED with hot guys- and start to drink, I get, like, the works...shots...margaritas...beer, everything, I mean, I'm feelin a little down and out about the Mark sitch, so I simply just drown away my sorrows. He comes up to me and tell's me we should probably get going, "Back to your place" I said, I mean, I wasn't thinking. He just laughs at me, we get into the car, and head back to my place. By this time I'm feelin' pretty decent, so when he leans over, I like, try and kiss him-"


Female 2: "No you didn't!"

Female 1: "Oh yeah girl, I did...and then a whammy happens, he tell's me I'm not his type! YA I KNOW! So we get back to my place, he parks and drops me off. So I'm feelin a little frisky, ya know, I'm gonna prove-"

Female 3: "Wait, you never told us, like, if he had a job or anything, is he a total catch, because I need to know this before you continue."

Female 1: "Well, if ya would just let me finish...anyway, I get to thinkin about things like, He aint never told me about his job, and when I think about it, He does disapear a lot, but I'm so drunk, I don't care, i get to scheming. So his apartment isn't too far from mine, only about 4 blocks, I think I'm good to drive, I get into my car and head over to his place. Just wait, just wait, so I get there and i get out...you won;t believe what I'm doing, I'm literally naked, OK? butt naked, except for this long rain coat I have, Ya, I'm gonna show him I can be his type ya know. I'm so drunk, I dont even care that it's cold out. I walk up to his door and knock-"

Female 3: "I can see so many things going wrong....oh my God don't even tell me he's-"

Female 1: "HE OPENS THE DOOR, I OPEN M JACKET! and ya just guess what, just guess! HE'S GAY, AND A COP. A GAY COP, of course I htink to myself..I'm in San Francisco , how could i be so dumb! So I open my jacket, he get's offended, arrests me, takes me to jail, the works! and I'm naked under this goddamn jacket the whole time! My skinny ass is sittin; in a holding cell, NAKED! So I pay bail and get out. Im a freakin; criminal for indecent exsposeur! and seriously offending a gay man!"

H is for...

no. 4
Simplicity gone,
The weather ever changes
Like feelings for you.

Bad Habits [not complete]

The road was cracked, filled with potholes, and on the sides brown sludge and gritty snow accumulated.
The weather was rainy here and there, like it wont just make up it's damn mind,
sometimes acting human like...always unsure, always debating.
I'm looking for someone, actually I'm not looking at all.
I already know where she is. She's a young girl, and she's in a lot of danger.
My heavy boots clunk and clap in the brown grimy puddles of the dark and narrow alley.
Other then myself making noise, everything is looming, and quiet.
I'm on a mission, and the clock is ticking to my disadvantage.
I'm used to it, it always does. It's what I get for what I'm going to do.
I've been sent here to do someone elses business, not like I'm complaining,
It's the task I've been given, and my God, I'll make damn sure it's done.
I don't like failing him. I exit the alley onto an even dirtier part of the town.
The buildings were old, crooked and gnarled looking,
Twisted and broken.I could compare 'em to an old mans hands who had been working on railroads his whole life. But there was something beautiful in those hands...there's no beauty here.

The shadows begin to creep up to me, when I spot the building. No one has told me where she is exactly. But I know. I make my way through the dilapidated structure. The stair case seems to never quit winding around. I finally make my way up to the floor she's on. There are about 5 doors down the hallway, but I know which one it is. I kick open the door, the place smells strong of mildew and something else that's worse. I walk through the dingy rooms. The wallpaper is faded and peeled back, the floors covered with dirt, dust and the floorboards creek. I get to the room she's in. I pray He isn't with her. I push open the red shedding door, and there she is, huddled in a corner in the fetal position. There is someone else sitting next to her, his hand on her arm. "You bastard," I growl, and pull out my 357. They both turn and look at me. Her face sunken and gray. His smile like a knife. "I'm afraid you-and you're boss- are too late," He turned back and finishes injecting her with the drug. "She's mine now." he throws her arm away from him and turns to stand. I shoot him in the head, right between the eyes.His head splits in half, the hole is so big. The toothpick snaps between my teeth. He laughs and sticks his long slender pointy fingers into the hole. "Why, you'll have to do better then that," His face is young and pale, his build skinny and weak. Obviously, this is who had brought the girl into this sick lifestyle. Maybe a boyfriend, or a cousin. Anybody. The man removes his hand and begins to advance toward me.

Pills & Wine [not complete]

I'm on escitalopram, benzodiazepines, and oxycodones.
Just simple pills, you know?
I drink a lot too, kind of. Yeah, a lot,
and my entire life I've never really been sure of anything.
This is my story; a story about my sad, boring, and ridiculous life.
And so it begins.
I'm 25 year's old, and
my frontal lobe is finally fully developed,
I wish to God it wasn't.
Now according to the standards of living in such a place,
I have to be responsible.
To actually make responsible choices.
I'm not ready for all that yet.
So now I get loaded, a lot, too.
I don't bother going to the slums and streets of this forsaken town.
My drug dealer has a PhD, and a fancy office, at the top of a tall building.
An onyx name plate with his name in etched gold.
Dr. Eryck Mathews.
My vice is simple; drink a couple glasses of wine,
and slip into a comfortable coma. It helps me...not feel..
or something like that, I guess.
Oh and since I'm letting you into my life and all,
I think I should tell you about another addiction.
Cigarettes. Only Kools. Nothing else.
I started smoking in my 10th, or 11th year of life.
It gets hard to breath sometimes, but really...
I don't care. Sometimes the only reason I
stand to wake up in the harsh glowing morning is to take
a nice, long drag off of my Kool.
The menthol burns my mouth and throat, and it feels good.
But back to the drugs. I could tell you my good doctor
gives me the drugs due to a legitimate perscription,
but that would be lying, and I'm bad at that.
My Doctor likes money, and I like pills, and I've got money.
A good duo, right?
My father was an industrialist. I'm well traveled, thanks to him.
He was the owner of a large tobacco company. Cigars, mostly.
I don't feel like getting into him right at this point of time, though.
Let's just say , when he died my mother and I were left with a lot,
My mother was never really around, I'm not sure where she is now.
I believe Paris, France.
But enough about them, now I'll get to the point.

I'm single. I get into awkward situations like a bad habit.
My life is full of bad habits, and I'm trying to quit them.
I'm on a quest to find self worth, when my entire life
has been shallow, and unsatisfying.
I will be going through withdraws, physical, emotional.
I'm working on the spiritual part.

My name is Chaplin...yeah, like the silent film actor.
Chaplin Saint Mac III.
If you really want to know why I'm telling you this,
well, it's because In a very short time, I am going to d i e.

Fast track back into time, let's say... a year.
The city is cold, and bitter dry, my face is chapped.
I must be in Chicago. I'm staying in The Silversmith Hotel & Suits.

A Begining. [not complete]

The clock was ticking softly while his fingers tapped just as quickly on the wooden table. He was sipping a scotch on the rocks, he glanced at the clock again. He finished the drink in a single gulp, left a $100 on the table and exited the hotel's cafe before the waiter had even returned.

My long cloak, made of sturdy brown leather, splashed in the puddles, while the rain gently fell, my also leather cowboy boots keeping my feet warm and from getting soggy. I started to hurry down the dark alley, not wanting to miss my chance. My chance of redemption.
I'm a hired hit man, and I targeted the wrong person,
which ultimately ended in the death of an innocent.
It was mass confusion, and I took somebody's head off that did shit wrong.
The Boss wasn't pleased. Now I have to make it up to him in a big way.
Genaro Amadeo, is a leader of a pack of crones that my boss doesn't appreciate so much. He likes to go by, "The Kid", real tough.
He thinks he's a wiseguy, but no family has really claimed him. Maybe he was pissed no one wanted him, and decided to try and make a name for himself. Tough luck, kid. It didn't fucking matter, The Family didn't approve, and I'm here to fix the little nuisance. I have to get it right this time, or it'll be my head full of bullets, and not that low life's.
This hit might clear my head up a little.
I'm looking forward to a good, clean kill, not another stupid fucking mistake.
The last place I saw the kid, he was in Paulie's, a small dingy Italian joint downtown. Don't think I'm Italian, I'm not. I'm not part of the Family.
They just like how I kill, up until that last time.
I glance at my watch, it's time to get things going.
The Kid should still be at the diner. I have my pistol fully loaded
and silenced. I am ready. I walk out onto the wet black street, making my move to the Kid sitting at a table, alone. 'Odd' I think to myself, something is wrong.
An all blacked out Cadillac speeds in-front of me, blocking off my rout.
This can't possibly be good. A large olive skinned man swings the passenger door open, he looks dead at me, looks back in the car, mutters
something in a forgien language. It's not Italian. As he looks back at me, I notice
there is a good foot difference between him and I. I think to myself that I better play this cool. He flashed me an Uzi tucked into his belt, open's the back door nearest me, and points into the car. "Sure comrad." I get in.


He had been watching the other man in a long cloak from a distance.
In his jacket pocket, made from pure white Egyptian cotton, he pulled out a cigar, and lit it.
As a blacked out vehicle approached, he ducked behind a building.
"Che continua l'inferno" He gently said to himself, exhaling smoke.
His face was smooth and light, his eyes dark brown. He had a mustache
that hugged his top lip perfectly, even ending where his lips did.
He took several long puffs from the Cubian,
put the lighter back in the silken pocket,
and headed off in the direction of the Cadallac.

Her body is my coffin,

Bullshit Poetry.



no. 1
I love him amorously, and as deeply as the sea, figuratively .
The future hold's no promises, the same as a cold metal ring.
His body is shaped to fit around me, perfectly.
Perhaps this is for good, or just a passionate fling.
His love is captivating, and holds me undoubtedly.
But, from where I'm standing, it looks like a damn good thing.
We're both humans, mistakes are made, but forgiven, life goes on.
We're at a cross-roads. We're growing up, thinking about the future.
Maybe we're getting too normal, but never boring.
We've been together for so long, his finger prints feel like my own
we're leaving this place, it's empty and cold, but I know I'm not alone.
I'm comforted, and comfortable. Maybe not forever, but for now, it means the world.
This last year was hectic, and generally, pretty rough.
We survived, in this chaos, kid, and came out with hardened skin.

We're nothing but zombies, who care about fashion.

no. 2

I'm standing, red dirt as far as the eye can see.
The heat is causing ripples in the air, the wind,
fickle. A sign? are there truly signs in our lives?
Merely galaxies of questions, and no answers.
This place s hot and dry, but my skin grows sticky.
Still, nothing comes to mind. Nothing...Nothing...
Thirst begins to consume me, I notice the mountains.
They surround me, my face is cooled in a gentle wind.
These roads are going nowhere,Baby, and neither am I.

no. 3
Life at it's prime;
consuming, using, wasting
and trading, surviving,
controlling, judging
and, building...thriving and dying.

Are we just simple mammals
or the top of the food-chain?

Who really knows?
The religious leaders?
the government? the establishment?
the Buddhists, who won't even kill a cockroach?
The science books in elementary schools? Darwin?
who is truly Alpha and Omega? Man or God? Flesh or Holy ghost?
Is it all the same thing? Or are we born into eternal, spiritual debt?
Our minds are left to speculate, to ultimately criticize and persecute.
If one is lucky enough, they lack the ability to ponder.
To wonder, to dream, to imagine.
To just be boring, dull. Simple.
Complexity is a gift, and burden of mind and soul.
A Blessing and a Cancer.
The disease spreads, as we force antidotes into our bodies.
Our genetic code holds the only answer. Death.
We come from dust, and dust is what we will be again,
Grim Reaper, the messenger of truth.

I am the Alpha and the Omega,
the First and the Last,
the Beginning and the End.