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Posted by Tallon Fassi on 08 Oct 2010 | Tagged as: Question
Moving on the rip current of hitherto.
Fearfully praying to golden cows.
How to transcend here and now,
past eternity and the veil?
Follow the golden rule
and YOU’LL prevail.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 08 Aug 2009 | Tagged as: Question
Glass sheet of silver
dripping with flare.
Verbal gears have rusted;
threads twisted bare.
Two claw marks;
a lesson in being ware.
Judge and Jury;
followed by stoning in the square.
What is fair?
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 08 Aug 2009 | Tagged as: Question
Dirty mesmerizing monument to capitalism.
Dank paper fliers and Urban Survival Specialist blotch the sideways.
Not a soul is perceived in a smile unless petitioned in pay.
Perfume peddlers, lure in with muse hypnotic sway
I rise a charmed snake misted in Channel No 5.
Women in pricey garbs;
the satire for an audience of stars.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 20 Aug 2008 | Tagged as: Question
Where has the dharma gone?
Flown the way of the Dodo bird?
Culture is cosmetic how the fuck was I to know,
head deep in the media flow.
The current of influence; like the matrix
this MTV generation was born to witness
the shaping of a fast food nation
Jerry Springer profits from love Haitians.
Under harsh scrutinization a
bout my current vocation
I declare to be part of a separate denomination
a underground philosophy nation of pirates and gypsies and lovers.
To find a joint flow which can carry the load
of a cacophony of conversations.
Ha. Ha. Forget it. I’m just playing.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 09 Apr 2008 | Tagged as: Question, Random
Swell to be noticed, burn and rive
They know just how to wring out alive
Beggars dot unsightly scene
Theatrics are for those who are green
The beasts are your guardians until it’s time to feed
Run on that trend mill, scratch that cosmetic need.
Scream your crazy, stand your dust
In God we have to trust
Hearts aren’t practical they break, they rust
Tickets for standing where the privilege trot
Pump gas and watch the under class rot.
Words of promise get you through,
Tomorrow the sky will be blue.
But you’ll die alone just wait and see
They will burn your ashes out at sea.
If you have the money smoke the weed
Drink the vodka, ignore the heed.
Got a mirror, gaze inside,
It’s just that guilty western pride.
Don’t understand? Then God damn
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 30 Mar 2008 | Tagged as: Question
I keep my addictions close.
Huddle them to my skin, press them tightly in.
A vice unseen is not a vice at all. However,
Let them wander, people will stare.
Smell my hair, check my skin, run hands down my legs.
this is not for me.
Diverging I have become a master
of deception you see.
Paint eyes wide and smile and ply
myself with distraction.
Keep a mean game face,
Makeup for pain with a fast pace.
But betwixt us, I’m just waiting for
some chemistry of substance.
I’ll take rosy colored bong hits.
Most days delegate bullshit and breathe.
Use logic like a long stick, to fight of the nitwits.
Okay probably more shotgun spliffs.
Regardless, I’m priceless and
suffice it to say, I’ve had some
man eating ways, that I used to play,
to keep boredom at bay. My Genesis,
an epic battle royal,
on purgatories burning fire, amongst the funeral pyres.
Give way to all that can be lost,
like the natives we “found”.
Don’t give blankets or rain checks and
Do suspect, everyone, who’s not… right
And by right I mean white, and I gave some
Crackers a fright, by speaking up for what is
Logical and methodical and periodically insane,
In my membrane, I retain the pain of the parting
Bodies. Divergences to distant planes of
Reality, banality breeds multiple verses, and
Love cruises all who pray at the alter of lust,
And I’m speaking through a layer of distrust
and holding the baggage of past kids.
Delegation is an act of God, its not odd to
Want time for prognosis, and take my
Prescription in small does.
If I keep my addictions close,
why are you slipping from me like smoke?
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 20 Mar 2008 | Tagged as: Question
If you could get “High” with any three people, any time in history as we understand it, who would it be?
(PLEASE POST I WILL ADD YOU ANSWERS)
Some who have already answered and discussed:
Summer:
Jimmy Hendrix – Acid
Bob Marley – Weed
Her father – Weed
Eric – “the weed dealing next door neighbor”
Elliot Smith – Herion
His ex-girlfriend – Weed
The Beginning of the Universe ( as we understand it in terms of the “Big Bang”)- on shrooms.
Crystal:
Her HighSchool Crush – On E
Malcolm x – Saliva
A younger version of herself – Weed
Danni:
Cleopatra – Shrooms
A Dead Bristish Soilder from the American Revolutionary War – Shrooms
Thomas Edision – While he was inventing the light bulb, to see what pops up. -Shrooms
Tallon
Salivdor Dahi – Acid
Hunter S Thompson – 3 Cables of Columbian Coke
Bob Marley – Weed
Jake:
Einstein – Pipe Tobacco ( as not to fuck with his head)
Steven King- Weed
Hunter S Thompson – Coke
Theo
Richard Finemen? – Weed
Hemmingway – liquior
Frueid – Coke
Jim:
Bob Dylan – (any drug)
Einstein – (any drug)
Hitler – Coke
Courtney – David Chapelle – Newports
Casey – (While eating Breakfast)
Lu Reed – Herion
Bob Marely – Weed
Make and Smoke Pure THC with Einstein
Andrew:
Hemmingway – Whiskey
Hendrix – Acid
Bradely Nole – Herion
My mom:
Margret Meed – Coffee
Paul McCartney – Wine
Harret Beeter Stow – Tea
My dad:
Robin Williams – Speed
John Lennon – Weed
Lincoln – Whiskey Neat