Slideshow Angie | September 11, 2009
Let’s just say my wallet ain’t as fat as it’s been in
the past.
but my master plan is nearing phase two
and won’t you and your friends be surprised
when the frying pan jumps into the fire one of these nights
–> Original Text available on the official website (Scanned Picture of Spencer’s Journal page)
Angie | September 11, 2009
And God is teaching me this now:
“If you want to live a life
which places money as a secondary
priority, you have to figure out how
to be happy in times of poverty.”
–> Original Text available on the official website (Scanned Picture of Spencer’s Journal page)
Angie | August 7, 2009
A wiser version of myself once wrote -
“A child among beasts walks alone”
As a child, I am intimidated by the world I am to set off into.
I am troubled by the possibilities of what beasts I may encounter.
But I must remember to remain open to everything – absolutely everything.
A cowboy cannot remain vigilant to him [...]
Angie | August 7, 2009
A flat bar skippy
On a sandbar ship
Mud puppies down dirty
In the bottomless pit
Broken trombones toot the Jeopardy theme
As Jesus does a ditty on the nativity scene
A plate of mello jello
With the essence of funk
A “peace out” to my “hello”
And the centerpiece stunk
The headstone read,
In the shade of the tree
“My baby lay heavy
on the floor of [...]
Angie | August 7, 2009
I paint and I write and I act and I draw
And I mash on the keys, and I play my guitar
I manipulate my sitar in my old papasan
As people walk by and ask what I am on.
But I stretch and I yawn and keep
singing the song
That I feel should be sung at that
particular time,
I let [...]
Angie | August 6, 2009
A thought cursed through my mind discreetly
I grabbed my pen, some paper too.
I wrote it down and I looked up and to my great surprise
I saw myself when I saw you.
I’m glad that you’re a dreamer
And you’ve got a heart inside your chest.
It seems like everyone I’ve met
Since I came to this town
Is an echo [...]
Angie | August 6, 2009
Sorting through the garbage
things that the
neighbors
didn’t understand
anymore.
Diamonds
from roughs
tell
much better stories
–> Original Text available on the official website(Scanned Picture of Spencer’s Journal page)
Angie | August 6, 2009
The irony of
Life and all that’s encompassed
by it, makes me laugh.
–> Original Text available on the official website(Scanned Picture of Spencer’s Journal page)
Angie | August 6, 2009
My name?
Not that it’s of any formidable consequence.
It is Spencer,
son of William.
Scholar of many crafts
and traveler of many lands.
A vagabond of sorts
with an affinity for poetry and lager
and many things carnal.
A Dreamer
and gazer of stars.
Both fire and earth by the zodiac
and dispositionally aerial.
A connoisseur of kisses
and chemicals
and philosophy.
though I claim none as my own.
A finger [...]
Angie | August 5, 2009
I compulsively write. With
addictions fresh in mind
(if you’re reading this book
in order) I think my biggest
addiction is writing. Not
so much song writing, or
poetry, but just writing.
I swear to god, as soon
as I closed this book
just minutes ago, I opened
it back up and had
to write some more.
If crack addicts are
“crack-heads” then I
mus be a Pen-head. Hmmm
–> [...]
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