Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

they made me register my pen as a deadly weapon
I can carry it on my hip, but I can't conceal it
I have a rack for my pen in the window of my pickup

Ha! They don't know that I rarely use a pen
my handwriting is so bad even I can't read it
I'm the classic illegible doctor on dope can't cure himself
next they'll be wanting me to get a permit for my typewriter

Ha! Ha! Ha!
I don't use a typewriter either
the second amendment doesn't apply to me
my right to keep and bear arms is de facto

I have little electrodes now
they connect to my temples
I project pure thought like a well ordered militia
you can have my mind
when you pry my cold dead electrodes from it

imagine the possibilities

you can beat that machine LRod, just put some roofing nails in your shoes before they hook you up and press down hard to throw them off.....it jams the sensors that read your pleasure...and with a little practice you can blow the damn thing to kingdom come.....enjoyed the direction here.....peace and prolific writing.....steve

the first ever time i flew (via mechanical means) was post 9/11 or, in my country 11/9 even though for some reason we still say 9/11, which means fuck all to us really, but anyway... my first flight.

she said, "did you pack all this shit yourself"?

I said "word" or words to that effect.

she asked if I had any lethal objects, objects that could be considered dangerous?

i told her I had a sharpened pencil in my notebook. she laughed.

what the fuck can I do with a sharpened pencil and a notebook.???

i said i was a writer and she had some negro fella search me inside out. INSIDE out.

that's harsh!!

~westie