This is what it might be like to come close to homelessness. ...and with the beginning shall I include the predetermined assumption of JAHAMBA as related in connection to the essence of the 11 hour song. Why does it always have to happen to me.
 different people knowing it but then they leave it alone and let me die. Fuckers. Come to the big trail back behind. One time leave it alone.
 in a twitch entirely worthless but come round to the father and say woah And with the city that is blind. “To time a word spoken, rice of God and let the parade of crazed homeless spanning the city coming together as a gang to take.” The homeless will once again bring sticks and guns to their parade 
 and yell and scream for freedom 
from WEATHER HELL! Knowing any day it will be too cold and they will catch pneumonia and die “The homeless will give into the sheets of oblivion and”
They can’t live in my house no more!
but I still respect them for who they are.
 Homeless people are! “Homeless people are cool sometimes, they ask for money a lot, or are drunk, or have had a horrible upbringing” But what about... Passing out refreshments in a country club,
browsing down a subway filled with toilet love. Smell the wierding way that likes to bring us up to that place we know as Piss. “You see it’s the bathroom of where I stay at right now, sort of makes me feel real homeless it’s got this horrible piss smell to it” With the parting lips I can and will not ever be made to give and receive a kiss. Go up to the trash with endless counts of aluminum cans, yeah. when I was going to tell you about my
SWEET SENSATION
 you were going to send me to that
PLACE CALLED HELL
(I am in hell) Get me to a fucking hospital
let me go to the store, oh shit.
I can’t fucking handle this
This is what it might be like,
to come close to homelessness. Come with Jahamba back in time,
the 11 HOUR SONG needs to know.
In a twitch entirely worthless but come round to the father and say woah.

You are Satan. (Previously Dave) My name is David, and I will show them. I hate the Devil, and I write poems. Like this one...check it out: “as the circumference of an orange displays congenial activity, I walk half naked as if my intrepid existence should be related to its juices. And when I find the entrance to my soul, I shall walk in and pick the seeds out” (the date was march 3rd, 1988 and now the explanation shall commence) I will rape you David, for my lord and master Satan has told me to destroy your innocent ass in order to complete the ritual so that my sacrificial offering will be complete. In the van of hell, confused by a drug Rode you round your soul and left you alone Toy for Satan’s fun and still on the track Rape your lovely butt then stab in the back (I need drugs now, in my veins) “you see Dave, when I took you out to Irvine that night, I meant every bit of it. When you accused me of working for Lucifer, you were right. It’s not just me though, it’s everyone, and we planned that night four months and since then, you have been ours, which means that you are... GAY AND SATANIC!

Killing the Gnats. Sorry I’m so extremely stupid. Killing the gnats, letting them know I am a Murderer, setting a show Understanding why, will not free my birds ’til I go I suppose I like it, why? Killing the fools. Understand, I killed 13, 13 gnats on my wall. Killing the gnats, on my back wall killing the trash cans, leading control control of them, I’m talking bout gnats in my bedroom, in the trash can. Under the sink corner. Who’ll see my content... “You know I was looking at those gnats over there, I was wondering why those gnats had come around me that one time, I really didn’t understand what they were talking about and stuff but you know, I could see that they were totally trying to manipulate my scene, you know they were trying to get into my room, take over, they were probably trying to unleash some sort of deadly fucking manipulation that would go from the gnats brain, make me come over to that wall try to hit them, when in turn I will destroy the light. When I was looking at those gnats over there, I knew they were trying to like manipulate my brain. but then , I knew what was happening because I’m fully hip to their game. And I’m fully hip to their scene, I know what the gnats are all about, that’s why I just told you, I killed 13. Killing the gnats, letting them know I am a Murderer, setting a show I killed the gnats, murdering smashing them with my palm. I killed the gnats. You’d kill’em too man, you’re a full gnat murderer.

Coffee is a Drug. I said my name’s in trouble and then I said no. No, I won’t let it get in the way but it’s not fair, I live with it every single fucking day, it wants me It’s gone habits of fun It’s now having its fun It starts trying to find needing and making me blind Brown is the one kind that I see sugar to the cup, adding cream destroy the love that we could be everyone sit and drink coffee I, want to meet you there, under the cafe and we, could have a place to go pounding fucking caffeine and wait, cause a calm barrista don’t care and it really, really matters but life is worth a bit so let’s share, now give it to me now I said “You see, coffee fucks up your brain big time man, not to mention your nervous system. And it’s all stressful and shit making me want to kill people like real quick. Like I mean, I don’t mind homosexuals I think they’re real cool and all, but coffee or any other form of caffeine makes me fucking flip out real hard and makes me want to ram big metal objects into my fucking upper back muscles!!! Let’s go out in the sun shove my mouth full of mud tell me bout that guy named Joe drink and then I’ll say so All the water is steaming and the sights are finally relieving me, destroy the one that needs, I mean all my life is worn from me “How many cans a day does a junkie bum need to get his fix? O.K., let’s say it’s about 90 cents for a pound of cans, 28 cans makes a pound. 20 dollars is about the average cost for a junkie to get high, so that means that they would need to have um, let me see here, I’d say around 23 pounds of cans. O.K., so 23 x 28 (there’s 28 cans in a .lb.) would come to 644 cans. A junkie shopping cart person would need 644 cans to get their fix, and they’d still have 70 cents left over for a coke or something” “I know, I’ll drink a bunch of coffee and then run around the track for a while.”

You Decide. Ah, tradition, the flags have given sweet infliction of a phony existence, its colors only bleed resistance. Red! - it only tells but what can a person do if they can’t see their ass from their head - I never really let that kind of stuff ever come near me until I was wrong - something that you can look up to when you’re down but then it’s gone gone - still seems kind’a nice though, it stands for power and greed and I can kill!!! the unborn babies soul! and feed it to your public - the ones that run your country - you sell your innocent children - to capitalist corporations you decide you are a girl, I am a guy let’s get together and um... have a good time I can’t believe it’s really not there what did you do with all of your hair? O.K. let’s go back to talking about flags now. Dead! - They always lie but how can a system run if it can’t be dependent and fed - if you can’t see it then you’ll be victim to it and stay there until you must fight - something that you think is black but when you look again it’s white White - still seems kind’a nice though, I can be lazy and watch things go for Cash!!! - my only Mother’s Paycheck - the one that runs your country - you sell your innocent children - to capitalist corporations - you decide go to work and then I must want to come home to the couch and sit haven’t got the time on another’s dime wack my bloody clock and then go to bed need to buy some clothes so the people know I fit in wonder what they’ll say if I want to take a cane give myself tome pain with my friend T.V.s got to go makes you want to act like them sickening thieves buy yourself some food from the nicest place in the street and love the ones that can’t make you see its time to boycott the ones that will not think about Hating greed This is not your own flags will come and go to the people can not say that they’re you or me “The burning of a flag is an act of arrogance and is a childish attempt at control and is just as bad as someone who takes violent actions to try and stop it, an action equally as immature and greedy.” leave the flags alone and do whatever you want with them with your little trip I can’t live my life freaky like in brain won’t you come with me we can be so free and gone make a flag our own disdain live your life instead go to work and go to bed All in brain!!! B-----s flag won’t let me in why they have to be so pop and not have Time to speak Went up to them many times and gave them tape but they’re just Too Busy Just want to go out and have some coffee and talk about E--- D----- Super cool B----- knows too many people already so they can’t Be my friend. all I want to do is sit around and talk about that guy who’s name is Scriabin

Sometimes I Wonder. “The annihilation of all the rabbits of this planet would (Through a proven study in laboratories) create a chain reaction that would lead to world peace.”

 “Through the genocidal execution of rabbits, we could live in a more meaningful existence. The rabbits are no good anyway. They don’t provide anything for us” “I say we should begin peace on earth now, and band together to destroy the rabbits as to achieve peace forever, Now is the time to come together” “Once a land will be disclosed, one will know peace. And when that time inevitably and soon eradicates some certain amount of judgement and reason to risk all the rabbits being slaughtered to construct a new world”

Capitalize on Weakness. What their lives have always said and what a man does ’til he’s dead is trying to conceive his rent to live and breathe and walk among Filth!! the sickest, breeding, utterly disgusting wealth that only we can know until its gone that's why we can and never will be wrong but living will persuade us take from me and take from you until there’s nothing we can do and give me some and give to you bury ourselves in sickening commradity!! shoveling dirt and smothering our society fucking ourselves with our little small talk plans doing exactly what’s been done to feed this land give me that and that one too until I’ll never see it through and take from me and take to you getting head Forever to deny my past of sitting on a couch and always looking for some cash. And drowning in a pool I live and constantly suffocate. watch another while I fucking masturbate. drown! everybody knows it’s just a scene but can’t we all just quit our feeding rear our head out of the cunt and take a look at what goes on and stop the things that we don’t want the things that waste and truly long to drown you!

I Don’t Know What To Do. you hold your little hand out, until it can be fed and never think about the things you want to do instead gimm’e this to picture all the ways to understand bunch of different ways to be, I can not understand should I do my thing and be all poverty stricken the question that is hardest makes me make a thousand plans give up this society quit working for the man bunch of different ways to be, I can not understand pain!!! quit it, I don’t want it from you! leave it, I don’t know what to do! I don’t want to work for you I just want to work with you need a job so I survive need some space to live my life what’s the use to work for another I don’t want to live with my mother wrong! lies dying the mattress is on the floor “I will play whatever the fuck I want, regardless of what anybody thinks, fuck being cool. I ain’t’ gonna’ follow no pop scene, ain’t’ gonna’ cater to no punk or beautiful girl. I’m not gonna’ chase some cool new trend. I ain’t’ gonna’ cater to no one... but you.” with a thing I have in mind I’ll never get another cent guess I’ll have to pay a price for something doesn’t seem correct lying wrong death what do I do? “actually, I do work for you, we all work for each other, right? I make your food so you can eat. You fix my car. Some dude, makes a million dollars serving factory built burgers that all taste exactly the same, some other fucker sells some kind of weird money making system and we all just coincide like brainless zombies who go to the thing that looks the most powerful, maybe thinking that if we feed that power, we might become closer to it and actually get a little of our own, only problem is, is that we don’t, I know let’s feed the biggest thing, forget about the small, little ones, the dying and struggling. Forget about evening it out for all of us. No, let’s just give all we have to the ones that have the most already, just because they have the money to make themselves look better. No, let’s not try that, we don’t know if it’s good or not Let’s not do anything different, because we may not like it, and that would make us mad from breaking our lazy mindless habits, let’s just go with what’s easy, and what’s easy is to go with the most powerful after all, they must know what they’re doing considering they have so much.” From screwing you and From fucking your ass raw. Quit it! I don’t want it from you. Leave it! but then what’ll I have to do I don’t want to work for you I just want to work with you.

I Will Never Eat. Can’t figure out the picture and will never see the reasons why. Never stopping until it’s over Over, meaning no more lies. Trying to find the reasons why and going a lot around the block Knowing why I can’t find her because her name will and walls decide reading that all soon tedious pleasure game reaching will become “I was sitting through my window, I was looking through the books,I was understanding the reasons why, I was knowing that my name was lovks. I was trying to figure out my time that I had spent with him, I knew that I had wondered why it would be me, why do I have to say” If there’s one thing I can’t stand the thing I hate I hate shoving a pencil through my hand so I will then stab it in my hand pencils through my hand I hate stabbing the pencils in my hands so I will then stab them through my hands pencils in my hands Now can you agree with that veracious illustration? If there’s one thing I always want the thing I need I need food so that I can always eat so I will then Starve and never eat. I can never eat. I want food to be there so I can eat so I will then Starve and never eat. I will never eat. “You know sometimes when I’m lookin’’ at myself I’m wondering why, I’m understanding, I’m knowing that the friends of mine have come round, they’ve told me what the things I’ve said, they know that the things when I will feel and what I can stand You know that the time is reasons You know that the reasons and the time and the time is why, I know that it’s knowing, I know that the guy who is now growing and looking into my bedroom rowne I’m trying to understand the rowne, I’m looking at the man I’m trying to understand the man, I’m looking at the rowne!

Hooker. When I sat by the fan, I sat by the... insignificant little piece of trend in the face of the Hooker “you see hookers are kind of like doing their thing, I guess they enjoy the fast life style, even though some of them don’t like it and form support groups to...” keep it all together give the support to ones that feel like you try to all persuade it give the support to form a militia that feels like you And I sat there in fear, knowing that Popular people always rule in the scene so make your own and boycott them real good. Yeah! “See what I’m saying, is to ignore the popular scene instead of trying to join them or feeling like your lost or not good enough cause your not part of their scene, make your own and make it real intense, crazy, like me, in brain” you see I am crazy boycotting man in brain you see I ain’t no label come close to know you see I ain’t no label come close to know particular scene boycott the popular people make your own scene instead and then you will become popular Do you understand what I just said? Do you understand now what I just had now said? Do you understand now what I just had now and then I had said Do you understand what I had and just now then but I had just and now had then said. “oh, and when I pick the locks of Society maybe I’ll find another big time sketchhead to freak hard in brain, and maybe I’ll try hard not to wander down your Fucking Judgement Hell, and Maybe I’ll just flip wherever I go, you wanna’ come along? Cause I’m a nice guy, ya know and I’ll be cool...you know...when I’m flippin’’...in brain insignificant little piece of trend in the face of the Hooker (hooker, meaning prostitute) which come in many forms, one being people who only hang with those who have high status. Hooker

Same As The Others. and my life’s a bit too high willing to try something I’d never do...again but you gave me reasons why happy to oblige in loving you... the end Time still locks me behind Will you be the same as all the others? Time still locks me behind those past lies have made me skeptical all lies, from the same gender as you my dear it’s so hard, and I fear You’ll probably end out to be the same Will you be the same as all the others? and I’ve tried so many times gave my trust and got robbed blind too many times before can you understand why I have to say goodbye to something not known for sure so try and talk me out of hell

I Can’t Keep a Job in The Day. Freaky people all around me got to get to somewhere away can not be suppressed by their boundaries think I’ll just forget about day I can not handle the day it just can never be that way must stay up an contemplate night get the fuck outta’ my sight you know that you said you were gonna’ give me some slack (food) you know that you said you were gonna’ get off my back (get in the mood) you know that you may have not wanted to instead but you know that you cannot and even try to think and know what I had just said the sky and ground all around me no big time scene that gets in the way in my bed I’ll soon be finding sunlight’s gonna’ make me pay I can’t keep a job in the day everything is ending with A little piece of something is mine darkness is so loving and kind

Cops Should Bust Only Thieves and violent offenders, everything else should be legal. (Hateful Fantasies) People who rape should be killed (only after a trial and proven evidence of course) I hate people who are rapists and they should be beaten and then killed immediately Muggers and domestic violence offenders should be beaten up severely every time they are caught Anybody that abuses kids should be beaten up regularly for a set period of time Anyone who sexually abuses children should have their genitalS removed in a painful manner Vigilantes should go to jail and possibly killed or beaten depending on the case All murderers who are proven guilty should be killed immediately regardless if the murder was in or out of jail Any police officers that are caught using excessive force should be beaten and put in jail (with the exception of dealing with a person on PCP or a real big guy who wants to hurt them real bad) All guns, period should be outlawed and strictly enforced. People who hunt animals with guns should be put in jail Thieves, burglars and robbers should be beaten up and then put in jail. Arsonists should have everything they own taken away from them and then serve their jail sentences without any possessions. All people in jail except for arsonists should be made to listen to self-motivational and educational tapes and videos everyday. Drunk drivers that get in an accident and kill somebody should receive death (we’ll pass on the beating for this one). People who ignore or interrupt me should be beaten and then killed (I’m kidding). People who flake on me should be beaten then killed (I guess I’m kidding). Males between the age of 25 and 36 with medium brown hair and blue eyes should be killed. Actually I should be killed for writing this song. Anybody who steals my ADAT should be strapped to a chair and fully tortured starting with the eyes and then involving some sort of picking and ripping of the flesh (I suppose I’m kidding). Actually, we should all just go to happy land and take lots of LSD, Mushrooms and Marijuana. Eat Broccolli all the time, make sure it always stays down and dust and dust pet cows, share their grain and sit in the lotus position at least 20 min. a day. Forget about the CIA, Cocaine and poorly written pop songs that continuously repeat flooding radio airwaves. You think we could do that? I love vegetables very much and will be talking about them regularly starting now.