Ben John Smith

by Horror Sleaze Trash on January 14, 2013

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Ben John Smith is a foolish dude, he will be in indonesia untill the end of Jan. I leave you in the faithfull hands of the HST family. Good luck and gods speed you wrechard swine..

“The diving butter fly and a banging bell”

 

If I have a stroke tomorrow

and I

can only talk through

 

eye blinks

 

it might take me

ten years

to tell my story

but what I will

eventually say is this:

 

I had a good

time,

 

i was lucky.

 

But I took life forgranted

because I thought it didn’t matter,

 

and

 

in the end it really didnt

 

but before the end it did

beause you have to remember

to be a good bloke,

 

be good to people who can

do nothing for you.

 

Some Babies die at birth,

 

3 people a year

die from a coconut

landing on

their heads.

 

im fucking serious

 

Life is as imporant

as the growth of a flower,

and

as insignificant as a

bowel movement.

 

It just happens and then

there is an endless nothing.

 

I say

 

Read a book,

piss in a pot plant.

eat cheese

sandwiches.

 

Do any thing to distract your self,

but for the love of every thing that

dose matter,

 

PLEASE don’t take your self seriously.

 

There is a shit load of dead men

ho fell before you thinking

 

“far out Man, I was way To

Worried about my bank

Account

 

Living room chair arrangement

 

or my

 

Internet connection

 

that

 

I forgot to fuck

Hot women,

 

Stay up late for

Good films

 

drink

Beer from the kittens

Bowl with a

 

Cat that knew

Sleeping

All day

Did a world of good

 

and nothing else

really mattered aside

her soft touch

and the way she could

rub a belly so sweety

you believed she was

made from a feather.

Let the roses die.

The garden

attendedent says;

 

You don’t look

like the kind of man

who will let his roses die.

 

the sun burns

every thing i grow

in that red hot

summer

sun shine

 

and all the flowers

spill their guts

and die

in bursts

of white and

blue.

 

i have failed even

the woman at

bunnings.

 

i take a day off

and sleep beneath the celing fan.

 

and at ten

 

I yawn and it

makes

me

feel

good.

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