Posts Tagged ‘freak’

Medical Marijuana Doctors

Captain Conehead has balls of brass

Captain Conehead has an iron plated ass

Captain Conehead says pull that cone

Captain Conehead has a huge bone

Captain Conehead says skoll that beer

Captain Conehead isn’t queer

Captain Conehead will kick your ass

Captain Conehead will smoke your grass

Captain Conehead writes dodgy poems

Captain Conehead sees underpants gnomes

Captain Conehead takes lots of drugs

Captain Conehead buys them from bullies and thugs

Captain Conehead is single and free

Captain Conehead drops LSD

Captain Conehead is a psychedelic freak

Captain Conehead is strong not weak

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Hanging out in underpasses, beard resplendent- your Hawaiian shirt bringing down the psychometric city

Dancing down pavements with your hash-pipe in your pocket

Dressing up as a spooky clown to freak out suburban natives

Mellowing out under a tree in vibrant sunlight with your heart full of love

Marrowing the meat of the moment like a pilgrim on the way to the abyss

Are you my angel?

Are you my woman?

Infinite gladness paints plasticine fractals from life

Diadems sparkle like schizophrenic stars

While muscles relax problems contract

Gonna be alright daylight transcending midday melancholy

Under purple skies, pastel balloons soar like birds

Sun smiles on tie-dyed moments illumining faint tracings

Perfect day blazing sensual sentiments

Peace of the soul for humankind

When dreams are confessed

Love becomes manifest

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Campus is quiet as I walk through this time of year
Still an assortment of unobtainable, and unbelievably beautiful young women
To flash a glance and then look away
So I don’t freak them out with my desperate eyes
Lots of dodgy sculptures that cost the Uni a lot of money
Grass but not enough trees
Various concrete and brick monstrosities to walk around
My heart is heavy and death is not far away
Like I’m hanging from a cliff
I pass the library and head up the path through the amphitheatre
Turn the corner then I’m at the OT building
Pushing my troubles into recesses of my mind,
I head into work

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Don’t cry, little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They’re going to put the one percent in hospital to rot and fill them full of antipsychotics
They’re going to arrest all bankers and make business men wear clown-suits
They’re going to drop acid in Tony Abbot’s beer

‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They say: ‘Purple rhinocerous bows to Buddha in a sunlit Sunday ceremony’
They say: ‘Roar like a dinosaur in jet-black dildo afternoon’
They say: ‘Green vomits slug creatures are crawling through my brain’
They say: ‘Beat your meat in sacred halls and behind toilet doors’

They say: ‘Let loose your inner Wookie’
They say: ‘Let your freak flag fly’
They say: ‘The only drug problem I have is not enough drugs’
They say: ‘Put ASIO on trial and sentence John Howard to life for war crimes’

They say: ‘Legalize all drugs and give addicts government subsidised jobs’
They say: ‘Nick Cave for prime minister’
They say: ‘The opposite of addiction is connection’
They say: ‘Golden dog turds in urine soup’

They say: ‘Free the weed man’
They say: ‘Kill the pigs and smash the state’
They say : ‘Channel the holy spirit of Rimbaud, Blake and Ginsberg’
They say: ‘Dismantle the military industrial complex and fold it into a metal origami’

They say: ‘I’m gonna get high till the day I die’
They say: ‘Om mani padmi hum’
They say: ‘Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner’
They say: ‘Maranatha’
They say: ‘Screen the police force for authoritarian personalities’

They say: ‘Suck sausages made from flagrant dingo gonads’
They say: ‘Give the blackfellas back their land and stop using coal’
They say: ‘Go dance in the sun-dappled gum trees of the south-west on ecstasy’
They say: ‘Grow opium and weed in the hills around Perth’

Don’t cry little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’

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‘I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.’ Hunter S Thompson

When Hunter S Thompson ran for sheriff of Aspen, Colorado
He was going to make all the business men wear clown suits
And only bust drug dealers if they gave shit deals
He was going to gather together all the freaks, geeks and weirdos
And take over the whole damn town
Hunter used to breakfast on cocaine, wild turkey and a big fat joint
And generate more drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Than any ten average freaks
Every mother-fucking day
Hunter wrote scintillating shot-gun-demented prose
About drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Politics, culture and how to bring down Capitalism
He always used to drop acid before he started writing at midnight and wrote till six
He befriended Allen Ginsberg because they had the same pot dealer
He let his freak flag fly
A life as incandescent as magnesium flame- burning and burning and burning
After he blew out his brains with a shot-gun his friends fired his ashes into the air with a canon
He sure was one badass
Motherfucker
I’m not sure if I have the constitution
To keep up with him