Insanity Ranch

Insanity Ranch

Back at the ranch
They’d give you a lobotomy
A straight jacket bull
Crying for your mommy

“Oblivious wanderer
With delusions of grandeur”
Guided meditation through
Alcohol and medication

Back at the ranch
They’d give you a lobotomy
They feed it to you
Turn you into a zombie

Glue huffing hobos
Groping enlightenment alone
Free range Catholicism
Leads to cannibalism

Back at the ranch
They’d give you a lobotomy
They lock you up
Let you die involuntarily

Fighting over toast
Gouging out your eyeballs
Cigarette burned arms
A mind without a home

I am the apocalypse

I am the apocalypse
I am a paragon of innocence
I am the voice in the hall
I am the hole in your wall
I am the book on the shelf
Please tell me I am something else

You are the echoing sound
You are the walls around
You are the television
You are a hallucination
You are colossal wealth
Are you anything else?

We are the broken chairs
We are what is unfair
We are angels with clipped wings
We are those who do not believe
We are the empty seats
We are two left feet
We are the lost and found
We are the war bound
We are human brains
We are the insane
We are those who dismantle fate
We are everything that we hate.

The Ballads of Lenard Baxley

The Ballad of Lenard Baxley

To safeguard even the Lucinda the outgoing young had a hand in this. In 2002 they got the idea from the president, who was just an instrument for their plan. Using the clippers they went violently through the cotton field. The Lucinda has sent the address via the guard in which you call Bloomberg.
Smacking, and smashing the beer session at the coffeehouse with a shuffle dance as supple as the intolerable acts of the paths they take, like the animals they quiz. They where computing aimlessly for Butch Nash, while he asks himself that very question.”Where can he be?” Both the authorities hold a service on orthodox solutions. While he is reading of his routine of how he hides their mockery of his homelessness, and amore in Versailles without whomever. For without Bloomberg the only going track of all information would be lost, and the housewives with a violinist in the passenger seat would sure be dead.
Your class will learn how he sank in the quicksand trying to shift the tide but with no respond. Awkwardly neither includes the inanimate emphasis true. So those who are due in 2222 sing hallelujah with the same motive as he. He, now the elite, wears a halo amongst his head. The best halo ever, the only suitable for one of such greatness. Now as the hillbillies take view of his grave they read. “Isabella, the game is never over. Ha ha ha you will humiliate the young.”

The Second Ballad of Lenard Baxley

It was a dark winter evening in the Boston area. He had been walking the streets for the past six years. He had heard their stories a hundred times before. He had learned of his passing and his bravery, but never could he remember the name. He lit his cigarette with the smoking flame of the houses in a blaze. He had nothing in his pockets but a lighter and stone. He had never committed any major crimes before and nor did he plan to.
It was then, after 14 miles of trying to see through the snowy streets he saw a familiar figure of oppression. The Lucinda had been out of commission for centuries but he recognized that symbol anywhere. Enraged at the symbol he had grown to hate he pitched the stone which he had carried for miles only to miss. His poor coordination was his worst hindrance but this time it had been his greatest gift. He had discovered the Bloomberg which had thought to be lost years before the first temple had been established.
Almost as instantly had he placed the Bloomberg in his hands had he burst into flames. He awoke in the cotton fields of 2002 to find a man with a beard and a suit in tatters. As he approached the torn man the man asked him his name. Randy he said with great ease. The man was unsure if the man who wore a shirt claiming his likeness of muse was a vision or real. I am as real as the smoking flames of Boston declared Randy. He knew that his next day spent with this man would not be his last as he sat down beside him.

The Third Ballad of Lenard Baxley

As they step into the union unpermitted, the ship from Alaska to Antarctica had left. The unions had orders to box and terminate all unauthorized authorities. Those who opposed would be absorbed in the snow. Those that showed appease would be free to leave. The unborn shootout would manifest today. The misfits would run from the DOW dogs, fleeing Moscow, and the motherland would abandon her children.
In what seemed like another world Rockwell was bleeding. The uncivil war between men had become nothing but a scrub in the books. In some way they send unseen calls from wall to wall. No one knew how it was done, except for those who had control of the situation. The former base of Fordham Systems was now in a constant state of nightmare. One stood out amongst the puppets, with a body of stone and mind of glass. The UV light reflected his power. Even the largest Army couldn’t send him home, for he was the leader of that pack of hounds.
He shared his wisdom with future son. He told him that the world’s shape now will never be the same. His home will never exist again, and his strength will never be devoured. His heart will boil amongst those that carry theirs lukewarm. No mechanism other than the clock will show him the way, and no fear will freeze him. Every headstone and temple will be in the wrong name. A weekend in the city will show you that the bright lights of America have wings. Also that a palace on Mars cannot control the puppets, but shown them their strings. In his final words he said “I just think no, I focus on the link of lies no one can see.”

The Fourth Ballad of Lenard Baxley

It did matter how much they studied, nobody could identify the beginning. Just the same no one could predict the end. They had one lead, one place to start. The Lord surrendered one of his own in exchange for indemnification. Once he was guaranteed his price, Dublin became an urban hunting ground. The scenario seemed all too familiar. The man they were looking for was nowhere to be found. To the people of the city it seemed like nothing but a sunken dream, filled with cries from throughout the streets. When they came across a congregation of local alcoholics they knew found their prize.
They were dead before they even entered the human watering hole. The animals of this kingdom never impart one of their own alive. He alone took out two men. He still clasped their badges as tokens of victory. He left for his homeland when public pleasures became proscribe in private. He went by Stanley O’ Donnelly, such a frequent name for such an infrequent man. It was something no one would ever suspect.
Before the fiasco was even nearing its end he appeared as if out of nowhere. He left them unarmed and disoriented. Their visual perception had become distorted. Everything was a tint of ultra violet in their eyes, but everything was clear in his. If he were to change the world in which he lived, he would have to show them their arrogance and ignominy. When force to he would follow as he did in Rockwell until every last piece of the puzzle was together.

Done [What I Needed to Say Version One]

Done

It’s a sham I’m not a mute
I had no need to speak
Words were no useless,
There was no need to bring them out

Maybe that’s all a lie,
And what was said needed to be done
Ruined it for everyone but their self
Everyone went unknowing
Everyone had their own doubts

We all thought that
It was the end of the line
Thought we couldn’t repair the tracks
Going back, wasn’t an option
We knew it would happen anyway
I just sped up the process

Now we’ve put stupid things behind us
There was no reason to argue
You thought I said something
Completely different than what actually existed

We can go back now
To where we once were
Our own foggy circle
Finally repaired

Done (version one) [what i needed to say]

Done

It's a shame I'm not a mute
I had no need to speak
Words were now useless,
There was no need to bring them out

Maybe that's all a lie,
and what was said need to be done
Ruined it for everyone but himself
Everyone went unknowing
Everyone had their own doubts

We all thought that
it was the end of the line
thought we couldn't fix the tracks
Going back wasn't an option
We knew it would happen anyway
i just sped up the process

Now we've put stupid things behind us
There was no reason to argue
You thought I said something
completely different than what actually existed

We can go back now
to where we used to be found
to where we once were
Our own foggy circle
finally repaired

Now (Final version) [a time my world changed]

Now

three chords, and tasteful profanity,
speaking out what’s on their minds
about who and what was wrong
like a hammer to my head,
they opened up mine.

now all I eat are lemonworth saints
and my vision is stuck in smole
no longer a paragon of innocence
a sick mind now filled with questions
does a stranger become your friend,
just because you ask for their name?

a computer boy with fancy gizmos
all my books and stupid little toys
living a world with no substance
I show nothing but control

I don’t worship their imaginary friends
I can’t lie, or force myself to believe
in their fictionalized accounts of past events
that happened two thousand years ago

a life of awkward mornings
isn't any life for me,
I don’t transverse the skies of Harlem
despite the status quo

all from one catchy melody
the nation of my thoughts
have had a revolution
written new declarations
and run things a different way

A Time My World Changed [Version Two]

Now
three chords, and tasteful profanity
dream more broken
than the guitars they used to play
now i think on different tracks
every year a new beginning
a new persona
Now


no longer a paragon of innocencea
sick mind now filled with questions
does a stranger become your friend,
just because you ask for their name?

a happy little hand grenade
smiling ready to explode
a digital boy with nothing in my pockets
but lint, holes and Change

i don’t worship imaginary friends
the most terrible things
are nothing more than ideas
that i could never believe

now all i eat are lemonworth saints
and my vision is stuck in smole
and four strings is the most my hands can support

a life of awkward mornings
isn't any life for me
cause when you think you're indestructible
is when you self-destruct

all from a catchy tunethe nation of my thoughts
have had a revolution
and i don't know where time is headed,
but i'm too afraid to follow

A Time My World Changed [Version One]

Now

three chords, and tasteful profanity
dream more broken
than the guitars they used to play
now i think on different tracks
every year a new chapter
a new idenity

no longer a paragon of innocence
a sick mind now filled with questions
does a stranger become your friend,
just because you ask for their name?

a happy little hand grenade
smiling ready to explode
the most terrible things
are nothing more than ideas
i don't worship imaginary friends

a digital boy with nothing in my pockets
but lint and holes and Change
i don't know where time is headed,
but i'm too afraid to follow

after all the space travel i've endured
my brain doesn't burn on impact
now all i eat are lemonworth saints
and my vision is stuck in smole
and four strings is the most my hands can support

a life of awkward mornings
isn't any life for me
cause when you think you're indestructible
is when you self-destruct

all from a catchy tune
the nation of my thoughts
have had a revolution

Play Version Two

[I do not have my first version of my play because it would not copy and paste into the blog post, and in doing so I lost my original copy. So the only version I have now to post is the second revised vision. enjoy. or not. it's up to you. do whatever you want. I don't care. Bye]

Hank always thought that he would never find the right woman, someone who he could connect with intellectually. Every person he’s met he has found one reason or another of why they aren’t for him. He was looking for someone who enjoyed intelligent music, and most over anything someone who liked to read, and by read not kid books like Harry Potter but real books that a grown person would read.
HANK
So Doug, you got any plans for this weekend?
DOUG
Eh, not really, just gonna hang out I think.
HANK
That sounds…pretty lame if you ask me.
DOUG
Yeah dude totally. What’d you got goin’ on?
HANK
I got a few dates set up.
DOUG
Nice man, nice.
HANK
Well you know me.
DOUG
Yeah I do, and you always blow it.
HANK
How do I blow it?
DOUG
You’re standards are just too high.
HANK
I just want someone smart, everyone today is so dumb and doesn’t think. I want someone who thinks, and makes me think.
DOUG
Good Luck.
HANK
Thanks.
HANK
[while walking to the car]
So I was thinking we’d just do something simple tonight and just go get some dinner. How’s that sound to you?
JUILIA
[also walking to the car]
That sounds just perfect.
HANK
[getting into the car]
Great.
JUILIA
Great.
HANK
So are you reading anything lately? Any good books?
JUILIA
Oh, I don’t really like to read too much, I’d rather just sit and watch “Lost”
HANK
Get out.
[HANK unlocks her door.]
JUILIA
What?
HANK
GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!
JUILIA
Are you serious?
HANK
Yes! Now get the hell out of my car!
JUILIA
You’re such a jerk!
HANK
Get out of the car!
[JUILIA gets out of the car slamming the door furiously.]
Hank’s Next Date.
HANK
[driving in his car normally]
Alright, I have to ask you…What CDs are in your player lately?
EMILY
Lately I can’t stop listening to the new Lil’ Way-
HANK
[slams on the brake and unlocks the doors]
Get out of the car!
EMILY
Are you kidding me?
HANK
Nope. Now get the hell out of my car, and listen to some real music!
EMILY
[getting out of the car]
You’re an ass!

HANK
Well at least I know music that isn’t crap!
Hank’s Next Date.
HANK
[while driving the car]
So what books are you reading lately?
LAUREN
I’m actually in the middle of a book right now.
HANK

[whispering quietly to himself] Oh my god she reads. Yay! [To LAUREN] What book is it?
LAUREN
Well a friend suggested I read The Catcher in the Rye so I’m in the middle of that right now.
HANK
[whispering quietly to himself] Not bad, not bad. [To LAUREN] So who would you say your favorite band is?
LAUREN
Oh. Definitely Fall Out Boy
HANK
[slams on the breaks]
Get out of the car.
LAUREN
I can’t believe you!
HANK
I can’t believe you listen to Fall Out Boy!
Hank’s Next Date.
HANK
[while driving the car]
So Danielle, Are you reading any books lately?
DANIELLE
Yeah! Actually I’m in the middle of reading The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins.
HANK
That book is great. I can’t believe someone who actually knows that book too! What kind of music are you listening to lately?
DANIELLE
I’m really into The Mars Volta, and Bad Religion.
HANK
I think I love you.
The Next Monday
HANK
[while walking into the room]
Hey Doug, how was your weekend?
DOUG
Oh my God it was amazing! It was so much better than I thought it would, holy crap dude holy crap!
HANK
Woah dude, chill out and tell me what happened.
DOUG
I ran into three girls who all said that their dates had all kicked them out of the car in the middle of the date, and they were left to walk. What jackasses!
HANK
Yeah…what jackasses.

I want some toast. Odd I know, but I really want some toast now. I don't know why, but I am really in the mood for toast.