ChickenKate

Do not harass me. Or I will upload a picture. You can find my work at http://dontletusgetsick.blogspot.in/

[hashishkate]

This is a fucking Haiku.

Edgy, massage me,

this is a fucking Haiku,

of mental slavery.

[hashishkate]

"I urge people to choose sides, right or wrong. Makes war easy. Revolution cant be a part time job. Or something you do online at lunch."

[hashishkate]

"I wonder if writing what I feel at my very core makes me a bad writer. Then I see Kerouac who inspired great things like Woodstock."

[hashishkate]

He's on to us

I see people shooting others down because they can. Because social media allows them. That's the razor's edge we walk on. People so quick to force feed opinions; I wonder what'll become of the voices of reason. Even they will be mass hated.

[hashishkate]

Perpetrates are like precipitates, right?

Bystanders aren't innocent. They are just as responsible as the perpetrates. I cant afford to bystand. So I crusade.

[hashishkate]

Portrait of the artist as a young twat

I deem these are dangerous times, people are offended too quickly, and voices are used recklessly without prudence or foresight. I fear to lift my voice for everyone is a revolutionary in their spare time, online. Therein lies my dilemma.

[hashishkate]

Dream Date

I want to keep my acid washed jeans and stick to flirting; that and some heavy duty neck biting, skirt grabbing, pull-ups, push-ups, crunches, hot pants, sweat, summer, Aqua, Hugo Boss, shower gel, Nightswimming, night swimming, cold cuts, Coca-Cola, dark chocolate, Thai food. I want all of Wall-Mart. See the size of my greedy cart?

[hashishkate]

If you're hungry they've got baked beans, for sickness there's vaccines, see the cans - that's sardines, by any means, piss of the machine.

[hashishkate]

And one day, I'm going to be a star. I'll sell arenas, fill pages, and something historic will rise. Meanwhile, time to turn wise. And they'll remember me, as the kid who thought '99 was actually '69. And Jon Bon Jovi was right about songs marking time.

[hashishkate]

Monica's Bodyguard

And the sick oglers who spoke about her like she's some prize; even the Make-a-Wish Foundation cant get her into your bed.

[hashishkate]

"We’re Lilo and Stitch, we’re Ohana. And Ohana means no one is forgotten, and no one gets left behind. We’ll leave no one for dead, serve breakfasts not suicides in bed. Shit out of tune, its February not June.

Later now. One drinks with a friend tonight. "

[hashishkate]

"I’m a writer. I’m not throwing on a suit unless I’m invited to some world-leader funeral. I like the leatherwear, women’s underwear."

[hashishkate]

"So you bastards, borrow your own time, cook without wine, Rosemary is the mother of Thyme."

[hashishkate]

"Here’s the pot of gold – I’m still punching keys on a typer instead of frying my brain with some world class crystal meth."

[hashishkate]

"Whole lot of jerking off. Which isn’t bad. I love masturbation. Its sex with myself. I think we sleep with ourselves more than we sleep with girlfriends, crushes, out-of-town-strange, one-night-only, reunions, and other things unraveled with you OD on sexy. But there’s this cross-fertilization, hybrid livin’."

[hashishkate]

Devang Patels’ a tourist he says, with a map, to our hearts, in and out of our hearts, jokes about farts, shopping in Wal-Mart’s, playing darts, topping the top of the Pop charts, until we all may part.

[hashishkate]

When people ask me how to write I show them tetra packs. It comes with instructions: ‘cut here’. That goes on a writer’s wrist. Then the writing comes.