My Latest Poem

'A Livelier Fur' People are offended at the sight of you, even defensive behind peepholes but blame lays elsewhere. Yell 'ow' but I can't hear a sound! Mellow out and you could make a frown. Hung over a couple of shoulders that feel like a million bucks. It must be a pleasure to be of service! Bowled over by a single rolling boulder that gathers moss.

My Newest Poem

'Satan Recipe' I would never eat my pet Canaries. It's better they panic less neccesarily, with flashbacks of that airspace-net. I head out picking berries, to throw at hippy-picnics, as a cynic who's not hip to the pips. Venerate the cesarean-pit of Pidgeons after weddings and leave the peasant rice alone for me to take, deranged and swift, to place it's name in the diary underneath my bedding on my burgeoning list.

Fashion Corner

Metallica Ties

A Poem I Like (From 'The Hunger Games' Part 3 Book 'Mockingjay')

'The Hanging Tree' Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where thet strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out for his love to flee Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

My Latest Poem

'Third-Leg District' Bulldogs observe Mice play without strict ID and curiosity do everything it can to kill. Mad stream Drool flows into the canal and will never meet coral but would be more than cordial if it did They easily spot the tiptoe-rust on the high-heel strut below tip-top shape. and whimper over the mess that's made.

Mr. Kavanagh knew the scoop!

'Memory of my Father' Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathered. That man I saw in Gardner Street Stumbled on the kerb was one, He stared at me half-eyed, I might have been his son. And I remember the musician Faltering over his fiddle In Bayswater, London, He too set me the riddle. Every old man I see In October-coloured weather Seems to say to me: "I was once your father." (Patrick Kavanagh)

My Latest Poem

'Annoy Rodent' I was born with a big head It was all downhill from there. My mom is rereading and My Dad is an iced-moon. My sisters are lacuna aiding and my brother is army-broken. I was primarily educated in the 'Ah Lord' school and currently reside on a covenant-rod with a Wife whom I declare holy. I'll die above a fire that they'd cook any rodent on on a trendy noon

My Latest Poem

'Ageism Elf' I've never had a fenced icon in the place I exist yet i'll take any exit with my tiny axe and my Crane net. Red neurology and a heartless nap! The ideal tut. Where the untitled go.. Away from any part of the map! with hotel porn and lemon port paid for with Taxi-Yen, that's as good as anything here.

My Latest Poem

'Raga Man' Eating pasta on a Futura flight and I bet that some of the sardines are both up and air tight. Grind Ink into the canvas. Drinking faster than I have before or will after. Tea. Gin and Tapas, that was dessert, served by the stewardesses, in a sedation tin, above pastures and above the thug-pit.

My Latest Poem (Draft)

Eating pasta on a Futura flight and drinking faster than I have before or will after. Tea, Gin and tapas, that was dessert and I bet that some of the sardines are both up and air tight. Grind Ink into the canvas Above pastures. The stewardesses are trying to keep me upright.

My Latest Poem

'Feet Fight Foes'

If I ventured outside
I would immediatly find ways to soften the blows.

No need to reach the stalk
They come to me.

My insides show that anyone is welcome to my tenure.
I've been where they've been!

Poetry Book 1

I am excited to be in the process of trying to create my own poetry book with some photos an everytin! I'm using an application called 'BookSmart'.

The Rock Gives A Brief History Lesson Of Boston

This'll Get People Talking!

Possible Layne Reclusive Years Photo (Photo and info taken from www.Grungereport.net)

Here is the proof from Jrock73:

The guy with the red flannel is Jimmy Shoaf (drum tech for many Seattle bands in he early 90′s). I’m also inclined to think this is late 90′s because yes, of course Layne looks much more frail and pale. But also, Jimmy Shoaf looks older than he did in the early 90′s.

Here’s another clue: the shirt Layne is wearing is “Metal Gear Solid” (video game) although the shirt is printed upside down:

Many published stories talk about Layne’s love for video playing video games, especially during his reclusive years. I think this game was released with a special t shirt promo around Sept 1998. So this pic couldn’t be any earlier than 1998.

Not sure who the other guy (in Clockwork Orange costume) is..

Whatever the conclusion is in regards to the actual year/ date of this photo. One thing is certain, that is absolutely, positively Layne Staley.

One Of My Heros (C.M Punk) Verbally Slays Chris Brown

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