art,lost

the poem/song called nonsensibility...i sang that one...it's a recorded piece of music...it's hilarious because i can't sing to save myslelf. i played the guitar...which is funny...because i can't really play guitar...so if i could upload the file here somehow for all to listen to and have a good laugh...i would///but i have no idea...technology is beyond me unless it's polar bears...i have many of them...but i won't let them mate...it's a good thing theyr'e dying out...i feed the male a lot of viagra and then tie it up...the female is actually a plump donkey painted black and white...anyhoo...i wrote this one under the influence of a very potent drug called depression...basically when i had used all my happy juices on drugs...the miserable wreck that was left behind was me...oh boohoo...oh so sad...we all forced you to do it didn't we??? smeagol hates the filthy hobbits doesn't he? thieving bastards...anyhoo i wrote this poem for peter lost...my friend...some son of a bitch actually stole this poem and submitted it as creative work for school...i hope he dies in a plane crash. i know it's not a good poem but it's mine...or at least peter's...sons of bitches thieves...i sang this one as well...wish i could upload that file...it's hilarious.

about the love song i posted first...my friend had the following comments. i'll hide his name for no real reason.


says:
god damn
says:
you're insane
says:
drugs will drive you mad
says:
be careful
says:
you dont want to end up like me omer khan
says:
i do have to disappear now
says:
i will be back later
says:
i find your nutmeg rants SLIGHTLY off center

he's an odd person and he's afraid i might go mad. he never gets my name right. spellings i mean. this was a corny bit of advice from him...i'll shove it up my ass or something...i'm dead

the poem/song i wrote for peter goes like so;

Art, lost.

Unforeseen frustration, to another level taken...
Mixed with misery and with depression shaken.

Quite disheartening, without the will to start.
The end came first so they called it art.

The shrill screams of despair but they don't care
Walking past it all but they don't hear

Keep your opinion, make your mind
And when you're done, you will find

that precious moment lost you sought
and all the thoughts that you once fought

turning over in your grave
you have nothing you once saved.

My one piece lost amidst your many
Never did it fetch me a single penny

yours truly, muk2k5 (nasal bastard)

that's how i signed it...nasal bastard...i have a very nasal voice...i have sung this one as well...it's horrible...i don't remember anything...i tell you...if you take enough xanax...i mean it's a wussy girly drug for girls...but it's got something...there's a banana in front of me...it's been here all night...i'm supposed to eat it...my mouth tastes like cat piss...my eyes don't seem to be blinking...and i've been hearing myself sing for many many hours...the same song over and over again...finally i've begun to get what the hell it is that i'm mumbling...
i know i'm not a poet...i know i'm not any good at what i enjoy doing...i also know that christians worship judas iscariot so it's all good. art lost is about something or the other...i don't remember...i know i wrote it for peter...but i don't remember why...in fact i remember my sister once asked me how i wrote poems...so i showed her art, lost...and asked her to help me finish it so then she could sort of get hands on experience at writing nursery rhymes. she read what i had come up with so far...she said she didn't really get it but it felt complete...i agreed...i'd have loved to make it longer...make more sense of it...no wait...actually there were additions...i made a couple of changes to make it more singable...in anycase...it's one of the few songs/nursery rhymes that i haven't written about a girl i was madly in love with...so excellent.