Pranormal Nic Naks: and other bad words and phrases

dedicated to my brothers Geary and Eddy

i met a little roach that had the heart of an old hustler. i found him in San Francisco, deep down in the tenderloin. in a bodega that sold chips, soda, crack and crack pipes. we were old friends from the start...the roach told me
you will never soar like an eagle if you surrounded by turkeys...
me and the roach, we smoked crack all night. we wrote our names in spray paint all over the town. we danced on the bridges and crept through the parks. we rolled our bottles down the hills and huffed gas. we talked to pretty girls and they talked back. we drank drinks that made us make funny faces and we had powdered eggs at dawn. and the roach left me with this... "all advice. is bad advice. no news. is good news. and there is a time and place for the truth."
then the sky cracked open and the earth began to swirl and the legion of the burnt men were at my side and the voice said...
"you will go out in misery and be lead forth in chaos, the mountains and hills will burst into flames and all the trees of the field will stomp their feet and cry for help, be lazy and waste your time, burn the earth and bleed upon it. go into the world and preach destruction to all the damned. take from the earth as if it were yours, subdue the strong and shelter the weak, and have dominion over all the birds of the sky"