tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34288372009-06-09T07:22:59.416-07:00Mind Works of GugeAll orignal work told by the mind works of Guge. Some twisted, and others stright up horror. and still others simple thought expanded on.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-1119207824012852612005-06-19T12:00:00.000-07:002005-06-19T12:03:44.023-07:00it's been awhile since i last was hereit's been awhile so please beari have alot to sayyou don't have to payattention is what i wantplaese don't taunti will realease what i knowto those who chooseto listen just a littleand to those who care a littlein the future that we holdi will share what i knowcheck backdon't be slack something new will appearif you just keep the faithJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-1081013749944990862004-04-03T09:35:00.000-08:002004-04-03T09:38:29.763-08:00smoken joints will make u weak smokin joints make you tweak one in the morning to make delusional two at night after the fight lost and alone no where to go ha i laugh cause you think its a jokeJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-1059693094609431782003-07-31T16:11:00.000-07:002003-07-31T16:11:34.753-07:00rain rain on the roof pitter patter i'm going insane the sound of the rain like needles entering a vain your beauty surpasses my hopes and dreams i've never dreamt of you cause i've never seen a beauty quiet like you i run and chase your out of reach a scream your name it's no louder than a peepJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-1059612288944991602003-07-30T17:44:00.000-07:002003-07-30T17:44:48.976-07:00raining down on me, the dream as i thought it to be. you were here i was there. no wonder why we fair, the way it seems to be alittle heavy all to long we were dreading the fall out. the blow up. in front. of them. our family, portriat, shattered, dreamsJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-1059611686039464072003-07-30T17:34:00.000-07:002003-07-30T17:35:43.610-07:00raining down on me rain rain on the roof pitter patter i'm going insane the sound of the rain like needles entering a vain your beauty surpasses my hopes and dreams i've never dreamt of you cause i've never seen a beauty quiet like you i run and chase your out of reach a scream your name it's no louder than a peepJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-814632402002-09-11T09:57:00.000-07:002002-09-11T09:57:57.076-07:00THE American DREAM In the beginning there was a want. Freedom. A release from the grasp her majesty the queen. There was a hope for a better world. Where people were free to believe in what they wanted. People didn't have a name for the great and wonderful new world, just a vision. They had a vision so clear that they could see it plain as day, just over the vast ocean. It Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-114556512002-04-04T08:12:00.000-08:002002-05-24T10:33:52.000-07:00UNPROTECTED GOD YOUR PREGNANT Jason and Mike swear she has had at least a couple abortions. In fact she has had three. One was self-inflicted. She stood in her room naked, in front of her mirror. Her was mom downstairs, yelling at her brother to turn down the music. She had Eminem playing over her stereo. He rapped. “What is life? Life is like a big obstacle. In front of you trying to slow you Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3428837.post-114554322002-04-04T08:05:00.000-08:002002-04-04T08:07:15.000-08:00 Your Inner Being Flesh. Flesh, an outer mask to cover your inner soul. It puts on a smile in the mists of your sorrow. It pulls you through, keeps you trucking. Flesh, your mask, buys you time to deal with life. It lets you sort out the pain, and patch holes. Your flesh. Your mask. Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149283118447129400noreply@blogger.com