There must have been an accident,Last week I went on an acid trip,Woke up this morning,In my Pink Panther Panties…Holding an axe again. The hatchets on the mattress,Like an 80s slasher film,I’m the body snatcher,Grin’n at opposing antonyms. Oh lord please…I’m in need of a hand,Just crossed PickwickHeaded back to Riverbend,When I got back I… Read more

Friday the 13th project: Making windchimes from sharpened sawZall blades… Grab me a chain saw… saw y’r (sawyer) limbs off,muddaphuk a fuggin sawZall dawg, put your hands in a chop saw,saw y’r (sawyer) fingers off…gone. Read more

(C) 2006 Plizaya Productions, Emmitt Owens, Acoustic Sessions Listen to Dismals Noose by NdubN-Glitch (Emmitt Owens) on #SoundCloudhttps://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/N8Cke Got stuck with these maggots,In this hell hole of a town,Changed with circumstances,Im bound up and down,I came to my senses,And I can’t fucking breathe,I’m trapped like a peice of meat,Between my teeth,Wedged in the hole of… Read more

“Fugg that asshole,  I can give 2 rats asses if he likes me or not. I’ll still record my music… Rockabilly music was bred into my blood, Mugsy.” Billy Bones mumbled as he reared back and whipped his fishing pole forward. The fishing line and bobber popped out and up with a slow drop, like… Read more

– And then, my demons began rattling their chains all at once. Journal Exerpt (07/01/2021) Read more

“HAVING” a table and “GOING TO BUILD” the table are two separate things…So telling me you have a table & when I get there… to get the table… you tell me that you have to build the table first… and then … this dumbass has the audacity to look at me like I’m stupid for… Read more

Written: October 5th 2020. Recorded: October 12th 2020. Hot damn, I’m kickin’ it like VanDamm,In the back seat with a baseball team,In yo mama’s soccer van,Stickin’ to leather seatsCupcakes In need of pam,Slam on brakes,Bang my head, Ram-Man… I’m baked at 4 hundred and 20 degrees,Hungry, got munchies,Craving grilled cheese..But I’m stuck with bread,  Bologna… Read more

-Story Exerpt- Written: April 6th 2021 – Part of a Daily Writing Challenge “He cant rap anyway.” “Can’t rap? Mayne… you cant even tell good Cognac if you smelled it, that’s your own downfall, so how you think you’re going to tell me anything about music?”Mookie said abruptly. Jimmy turned, laughing to his group of… Read more

We all knew,What’id do,When I took those shots with you,We both wound up passed out onto the floor. And I didn’t know what to say,When you said “My love or your Cocaine”,So I said “to hell with that”,And began to drink away. When I took that blow,Up my nose,I thought of all my past loves,And… Read more