RESONANT FREQUENCIES (mindless pleasures) A blog via jazzresin

hen 20 guns get drawn on you for playin sax a phone so blue. U dont know how the love is lost forever and it is done gone through. Next time it happens i'll play the fool and make a fuss and act all cruel. They'll shoot me dead and i'll be through. It's what i want in a world corrupt and corrdid. My corridor of peace is gone shattered in pieces. Am i the impliment or is it the sax. Morgellons borrealai. When twenty guns get drawn. Wrists bent and contorted in cuffs. Dripping springs its not your fault. What did i say wrong. My peacock jazz walk. My lingo shot. I lay bleeding in my head. I smacked upon the jail walls till i gave myself a concussion. I cry for the other inmates jailed for petty crimes of survival and misunderstanding. With tiny grimey meals meal worms. Superjail in clayton. I sleep a waking nightmare without neurontin nerves are frail with misfire upon misfire. When 20 guns get drawn upon you playin a pawn shop saxophone. Dont. Just run and theyll shoot u dead. Shoot u dead shoot u dead. Its what u want now in hideous world shade shadow me this shadow me that. I wrote a song tonite outsida vintage vinyl. S'bout when 20 guns drawn upon a saxophone player blue. I blow sax. I blew it???? What did i do???? Ill with morgellons....nova police gonna nail me to the cross for crimes against time travel. Fkt. I shake with shot nerves. Next time i'll make a fuss and have them rat-a-tat me. C'est la vie. It would be an interesting death. Shall i do it again??? Look at me i'm blowing up. Ka-blu-ee. Kilroy was here. I'm a ghost of my former self. Dint even know i'm honor roll of stl sax players. It's an honor just to be in the same space as dave stone!!! Life can fuk u up. Morgellons can fuk u up more than life. I'm fukt fuckt. When i get to hell. I'll be workin as charon. Comin or goin?? Never know. Keep goin'
May 12
X Wesley Holloway Melise

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