The Mind Eye Lost

I get on here constantly just don’t do anything new very often. Love the pictures and shit, keeps me entertained through the day. So thanks everyone. Keep it comin.

To My Dear Old Friends by Wails

My dreams created a new man.

Robert he’s an arsonist.

Got me itchin and scratchin to revisit matches.

He follows me through the back alleys of my mind.

I see him clear through the shadows and sparks.

The wrinkles in his forehead tall as mountains and deep and canyons.

His eyes tiny as needles, pierce my veins equally.

Tuggin at my piercings cause he refuses to leave me.

Talk bout God and Dog he is both, his message received at 3.

3 in the morning I am sweating from the flames in the city.

She sleeps peacefully.

Can’t close my eyes with out seein us dead.

Got the bulls eye circle from the tick bites on the back of my head.

She won’t leave either, Kristine that is. Been here forever.

Zombiefied since we met, she hides in doorways waiting to devour.

I see her glowing eyes stare like Green Goblin.

After a forced vacation she came back pissed and hobblin.

Swear she wants my soul but it’s not mine to give.

It’s His after I was reborn, time to relive.

Maybe a demon maybe an angel she watches.

To learn when they are following look for my notches.

Said to be misplaced but I wear them daily.

Battle with my “friends” is one of which I’m failing…

Video Passtime (Interlude) by Wails

How did I spend half of my days?

It wasn’t in West Philly. Not on the playground with a basketball. Nah, I had a control in hand and a tv on, just playin…

Ace Combat.

Action Man.

Area 51.

Alien.

All Star.

Allied General.

Alone in the Dark.

Animal Football.

Animaniacs.

Ape Escape.

Apocalypse.

Ark of Time.

Arc The Lad.

Arcade Party Pak.

Army Men 3D.

Astroids.

Asterix.

Attacks of the Saucerman.

Batman.

Banjo and Kazooi.

Beast Wars.

Capcom Generations.

Captain Commando.

Cool Boarders.

Crash Bandicoot.

Crash Bash.

Creatures.

Creative Voyage.

Crypt Killer.

Diablo.

Dinosaur.

Disruptor.

Duke Nukem.

Dukes of Hazzard.

Dune.

Doom.

Donkey Kong.

Evil Dead.

Extreme Anything.

Final Fantasy.

The Final Round.

Frogger. Thats right the traffic dodger.

Galaga.

Golden Axe.

Golden Eye.

Grand Theft Auto.

Gran Turismo.

Hi-Octane. High Heat.

Hot Shots.

Hot Wheels.

The Hulk.

Iron Man.

Iron Soldier.

Jurassic Park.

King Kong.

Knockout Kings.

Rock Em Sock Em Robots.

Madden.

Mario 64.

Mario Party.

Medal of Honor.

MediEvil.

Men in Black.

Mega Man.

Metal Gear.

Twisted Metal.

Metal Slug.

Mortal Kombat.

Need For Speed.

Oddworld.

Pac-Man.

Pokemon.

Super Smash Bros.

Super Pak.

Super Bike. Superman.

Spiderman.

Tekken.

Time Crisis.

Tiny Tank.

Tomb Raider.

Broad Light Assassins by Wails

Time for bed and she is tellin me to to sleep, I might.

But I insist the need I have to write.

Down the tales of a former man, not a man but technically a boy.

Still at the age of dinosaurs and car toys.

We moved place to place with dread all around.

At one home I had my first encounter with the dead.

A young man bout 8 or 9 years older than I.

Never thought six could be called middle age.

A white kid with a jacket and a gun for his birthday.

Taken out by a couple thugs in a drive by.

Remembering back there ain’t much but a body.

To his family he was a member, a contributor, a somebody.

To me an object, didn’t even have a name, just a courageous lion that lost his mane.

Poached by a group he didn’t know he was hiding from.

About 3 years later I saw a group not far different take 3000 on my cathode ray tube.

Attacking all us the US as equal offenders to being ill-tempered.

Offenders to their people and religion they called all of us.

The lord may be the same to us but we are wrong to them, to get to heaven we just took a different bus.

Pulled out the station and fire bombed half way through the journey.

All we could think to our selves was, “oh poor me”

Cars And Trucks by Wails (beat by Aesop Rock)

Who needs em? Still don’t have one.

Combustion, now ethanol blastin.

It’s that complex machinery, a phallic symbol to slavery. Save me, crave me, just don’t pray to me.

Not the lord even if I sleep through it I can not calm this storm.

It’s a rager, tearing down my soul and body. My human form.

Leaving a shell, husk, mutilated carcass if my formal self.

Don’t need anything fancy, nothing shinny on a whip.

Got an old pair of sneakers with holes for the sweat to drip.

I’ll walk this earth til my beard grows long enough to strangle you for being stupid.

Talkin to all you Steve Hawkins dumb fools communicating with telegraph.

Come up to talk and I’ll turn around to smash ass and use your words in my epitaph.

Your words were pollution, just as mine are now.

Poison the environment and all you’ll be is crazy as your mad cow.

No longer kosher, the shit is rabid as the video candid of the time you were branded into the sloppy, floppy copy if a citizen of these United States.

You are all small men because you feel you have small men.

Get big cars and trucks.

Mid life crisis, because you hate your mid life during the economic crisis?

Get bigger cars and trucks.

Looks like one sounds like one but we’re not ducks.

A country full of over paid quacks, simple jacks and bullshit hacks.

Walk a mile in these shoes and I’ll go on tour in yours.

I’ll learn what it’s really like to live a life of the prostitutes and whores.

Still fighting to fuel this harbinger.

The war you fight for isn’t for freedom it’s for the gas of the five fingered shoplifter from every wallet.

Day in and day out you fight for forecaster, a condemner, your arbiter. My former Judas now turn ally?

We got this shit backwards, he was more like Cromwell, Oliver. Stood strong in my tyranny and I hold the throne. Stand alone on the bastards grave stone.

Vote For President By Wails

If I were president…

I’d support the rebel nation.

I’d fuel the social machine.

We’d destroy all preparation.

We’d give the health we all need.

If I were president…

I’d take back all our money.

I’d give away all our currency.

We’d say fuck you to Germany.

We’d hope to receive the courtesy.

If I were president…

I’d drop all our nuclear missiles.

I’d destroy the WOH, Thats weapons of hate.

We’d blow them away with all our pistols.

We’d promise to go to countries not to rape.

If I were president…

I’d hate all you people.

I’d love all you people.

We’d curse one another.

We’d hug one another.

If I were president…

Things would be different.

I’d look at both sides with brilliances.

Things wouldn’t be the same.

It’d seem to be more sane.

But I’m not president.

I’m not viewed in existence.

I’m not here as a leader.

I’m not here to be your feeder.