Om Pa Loom Pa

Writting with Johnny Walker Black

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 05:38:24 GMT

Spewing liquid enables communication and barter
Without lubrication the gears stop
Good looks on the phone
Two cigarettes and an ashtray plays overhead

A laugh and a wedding smile
T.N.T. is on order
With each cure comes the next disease
The train comes to halt

A man prays in the corner
What are you somekinda pussy
The machine swirls water down the drain
"Over me" falls from her lips

Slanted beauty she speaks of with joy
Eternal student of reality
Step into it
Your favorite song is playing

Games are played on both fronts
Rewards for best torture
Saved wars are re-played
What is your ultimate goal?

Guess my name
To play takes at least 6 months
Another one nods in the corner
The marketing is not pursued

Dreams fall fast
Truth rings like a change in class
She moves in everyway I imagined
Her form makes men

If I were a writer
I would find perfect words

Don’t mess with an Om Pa Looma Pa!!!!!!!!!

Wed, 15 Dec 2004 02:49:28 GMT

Om Pa Dom Pa Dom Pa-dee Do

I have another story for you......

Two years ago on labor day weekend I decided to drink 2/3's of a bottle of Glenfiddich. I had planned ahead and gotten a ride to the club. I met a girl. I went home with her or so I thought. I tried to get some, ;>) she wasn’t havin’ it. She drove me back to my car. I was very insanely inebriated. I figured I would just pass out in my car, sleep it off ya’know. As I opened the car door my cell phone rang. The girl who had given me the ride to the club had, without my knowledge, snuck her keys in my back pocket. She pleaded with me, “You have to drive back, I can’t leave my car here.” I at first mumbled “I cawn’t do it” She pleaded so’mo and I gave in. About a quarter mile down the road I blacked out and hit a park car. After I awoke I drove away. I was by picked up at my house by the fuzz. The license plate had fallen off the car and landed next to the parked car I had hit. The car was totaled. I only held basic insurance so I was fuked. I had it towed to my restaurant and there it sat in the back lot. All the while I was still making payments.

About 8 months ago a quasi friend (ask if u need clarification) had asked me if I could sell him the car. He was a mechanic and had many automotive friends. I said some-thans betta’ than nuthin’. We agreed on $1000 and he took the car. He asked if he could work on it, get it fixed and pay me when it was time to register. Seems reasonable, right. About 3 months ago he asked if he can register the car. He asked me, fore I still held the title. I told him I plan to move to the left coast, you must pay me. I paid off the loan at the bank and asked him for the money. He said I will have it when you get back to NY Dec. 1. Just to clarify, even though he registers it, I still own it.

I return to NY. We go out for a beer to discuss the monetary issue. He goes on about some cock ‘n bull story. My daddy’s sick, I want to move to florida, I need to save money, my girlfriend needs tits.... etc. I respond with “Not my problem”. He asked if he can send me the money from Florida. To this, I begin laughing. I okay we will work it out.

Two nights ago a flash went off and my devious mind began working. I called me mom and asked her if by some chance she had a spare key to the car. Yes she did. I called my forevarrr partner in mayhem the ZONKER. “How would like to steal back my car tomorrow night.” He hated this kid so that was an extra bonus for him. We packed my rental car for my flight for LA. I even got my Cleo (dawg) in the car. The plan was after we took the car Zonker would drive it upstate to his home and I would go straight to the airport. Goin back to Cali.

It is nice in here in So-Cal and Zonker had a nice drive home.

THANKS FOR FIXING THE CAR FOR FREE BUDDY....you fuckin asshole.

Words of wisdom

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 19:18:53 GMT

I hold the sword of vigilance at the gate of my mind.
When the conflicting emotions threaten, I threaten them back.
Only when they relax their grip
Do I relax mine.

~ an ancient saying of the Tibetan Kadampa masters

I GOT TO GET OUT OF LONG ISLAND

To all my smelly ass-sucking pussy-calling peeps

Fri, 03 Dec 2004 10:12:09 GMT

It has come to my attention (at nauseam) that I am a lazy, boring, farting, ass-less pants wearing, cum guzzling maggot. I agree. Thanks for puttin’ in out there.

In recent times mucho excellente poop has occurred. I closed my restaurant “Fauna.” This has been an extremely freeing experience. I used to say that I only got furloughs here and then.

I have now received a full pardon.

Since the release, I have traveled to L.A. I stayed with King Neptune and met all of his fishes in his great sea. THANKS BOSS!!!!!

I have decided to move to the So-Cal. I met many strange and fun new creatures and some delicious watering holes (very important). I have a job (pretty much) at the crazy “Beverly Hills Hotel” as executive sous chef. Providing my pee is up to there standards. My dog, Cleo, and I will be on the left coast before the middle of the months.

Put that in pipe and smoke it!!!!

I KNOW HOW LAME I AM!!!!!!!!!!

Sun, 04 Jan 2004 05:30:28 GMT

Listen....
I know everyone is busy and yet y'all still find time to write in your journal. I know i should do the the same.
My life is very monotonous yet, I always seem to get myself involved in LEGENdARY stories. I will put this next entry(latest story)on a secure setting to protect all parties involved. So, if you are a friend that I havn't put on my list let me know b/c you should read it. If just for the lesson alone. Enjoy!!!

Day 1

Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:29:07 GMT

Thanks Firning for the code

Time and coincidence are strange
Last night is the first time I've written in years
So why not share
Here it is:

Time takes it's inevitable turn
Friends become loves.
Loves ever become tickets
For the next inevitable turn.
The carnival costs out weigh any loss
Because the memory is the only turn you have left.

Yet The day allows another chance,
Even any given circumstance
Take what you get
That's all you got for now...........

For the ones that I will lose
I'm thankful that I did not get to choose.
Because given the chance
I'd pass them in a glance.
Because strength is based on the trip.
Cant' think of what I'd be without those gifts?

Yet The day allows another chance,
Even any given circumstance
Take what you get
That's all you got for now...........

No time to build a shelter.
Summer comes every year
And I guarantee your igloo is a melter.
Just like all your necessary fears
They waste what could be your only ticket.
I'll always tell 'em to stick it
Take what you get
That's all you got for now...........