Jim Nezz's blog: "Thoughtz"

The Man of Steel Blanket wrapped around my neck Watching cartoons in my superman undies Those tighty whities those nut huggers Thinking i can fly so i jump off my bed like it was a building to my street floor Punching the air like it was Braniac Focusing so hard on staring at nothing Shooting it with my pretend laser vision Till i burn a hole or destroy it completely Then i hop into my closet my own alley Where i do my quick wardrobe change And pop out like Clark Kent with glasses Sit at my desk when typewriters existed Acting as if i was typing up an article For the Daily Planet's Perry White Jimmy and Lois is nowhere to be found All of a sudden i hear voices in peril I pull open my shirt and fly away again Finding Lois is being held hostage by Lex So I use my cold breath blowing wind Untill my face is as blue as the breath freezing Lex into this antarctic iceberg Freeing Lois from the grips of evil Superman has saved the day Those were the days

Covered by the darkness which consumes me gray, dreary, bearing no incandescence waiting for the day to shine once more but still held back due to conditions imposed due to some unforeseeable force of nature which exists yet the doppler couldn't predict it becomes an obstacle to find my way out I'm starting to think I'm part of that dark sky should i hold on i know its only a bad night i know there will be many others to come and i cant suffice because its inevitable but just as many of these bad nights there are there will be many good nights that will arise good nights that will allow me to illuminate these black nights that i dread severely not because im alone but because of knowledge i have knowing that tears will rain down that harsh winds will thrust across in rage storms will devastate the value of living as the sea level rises wiping away everything clearing cares and morals that are upheld by the very same moon that is sitting up top that same moon that fills my soul in relation

In a constant slumber sheep count in numbers such a wonderful spell im under is where my dreams lay my goals and hopes see day and where night never happens there on vacation till d-day aspiring career is what reality smears but if i had it I'd be jay causing havoc in rapping money married to eastbay cars houses the cliche attached to my spouse and have a little D.J. my name will be carried I'll be living through what he say. road destined to each way like month to month determined to meet may (me get it.............)

Night so unfamiliar its distant yet so close with approach its as if i never missed it drunken crazy going ballistic happy as if i kissed it or better yet kissed her the chick i refer that deters my head into a detour and turns things explosive like C4 its crazy cuz i never met her before and in yet those 4 hours ive seen more than mostly other people before thats probably a lie for sure because if shes quick to lye how the hell do i know what she hides couldn't be more dam what this liquor does but i cant blame this wicked buzz it still wouldn't change that fact that my dick is up and the fact that i picked her up not just at the lounge but by her thighs as she wrapped me around i still think of her like its replaying happening now hold up I'm acting real wild in fact I'm senile thats what i tell myself to help me get over it and rebound the night etched in my lobe its sad that that thought there i truly never left it alone..............

give me one saturday or friday night ill show one of the baddest days of ya life take all ya cares away fuck the strife leave you left feelin like somethings right we bumpin jumpin up pass our heightz she dubbin lovin every sec of this night we huggin us buggin is gettin us hyped we aint fuckin its nothin check its alright im kissin her neckin her dracula bites all the cameras clickin capturin sight her hearts racin wit bits a fraction of fright she taste it bascially its hittin her nice we leaving im orderin chicken wit rice..........