Copasetic Ramblings parte 2

Our 1st gig in LaLaWood[what you dint see]
Feb 8,2009 1:56pm by: M9.

why did you have to leave before
our encore; oh, yeah...
auntie called....
it was past our bed time.
i hope she dint find out
when she tucked me in that I was
a bag of mashed potatoes.

heres the PG-17 version.

we dint find out who
that mansion belonged to
i think i heard that it was a rental
for private parties or something.

the vibe was good
it felt like new again
it was like a ball was
bouncing back and forth
from the crowd to us.

the view was nice and topless
over the city lights
serenading the streets of L.A
with our music was legendary.
it was crazy.

it's a good thing it rained a bit
because it just added fuel to the fire.

where do i start.
what do i remember.

a grandma panty was thrown on stage
funny I dint see any grandmas there.
grandma must have been getting it
on in the suite where the orgy
was taking place. HA!
BlackSwan was that you? lol.
[thanks for the permission to put you in]

so then
we got so drunk that we vomited on
stage and on the crowd and they loved it
jk.

we did vomit backstage
you should have stuck around for that.
i wanted you to see what
i ate last thursday.
it was art.
when i become famous.
i will vomit and sale it
on ebay.

i blame the free booze.

groupies everywhere as you would expect, i think they were hired hookers with really good hand shakes
since they were giving free BJ's like pro's, i mean for instance.
this one girl putted three rubbers in her mouth and strapped them on three of our band members in one swift move.
the bass player is a girl so she was
holding a banana, nonetheless
impressive.

i think we played for an hour and 15 minutes to be exact.
you should have stuck around for the other bands.
maybe next time.
i forgot their names,
I blame a wild night for that.
and i can't find my flier.

i hope you got one and made it out alive with it.

did you see the flame throwers and
clowns flopping around, it was like
the circus was in town.
we should hit the road with them,
i know.

where do missing socks go?
Jan. 24, 2009. 11:58pm

many of you always ask me.
what am I doing here on SP
on a friday or Saturday night.

your all amazed
that i am not out there at a party
or on a date?

well i am on a date.
it just so happens that my date bumped into her ex
and now they are making out right infront of me.

so now
here i am.

now may i ask you.
what are you doing
on a friday or saturday night?

i call this: n0=!

are words cheap?
If your a joke!
what difference can one make
if one cannot speak,
bound by his own words.

sunflowers and saturnite.
sunshine and dynamite.
just in time, "BOOM"
when is what and
where is who..........
whom's on my side.
the fools of this afterlife.
i think that i just might.
boo!
where did everyone go?



how can i believe everything i read.
bad directions can get you thrown off a steep cliff.
if you know where your going but can't see.
flying birds continue to fly and burn and never die.
rivers continue to drown my own voice and why's.

fuck- [ i am a genius ] does that piss you off?
now back to this poem i wrote.[i turn into a song]

sour grapevines and mustard lemonade milkshake.
for some ppl this is all they have and the dawn of hope. what do i get?
who are we to complain when you'd rather see me alone.
this is the afterlife, I am a ghosts!

BOO!
"who"
whom do these melodic prayers
and unmasked despairs belong to.
who knows where souls go?
you are the missing beat in my heart.
i just thought you should know.
you are the missing beat of my heart.
where do these missing beats go?

by: Macko_lanter9.


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