Tony Avila is one of the sickest guitar players EVER!!!!

 --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

Tony's Guitar     --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

A song I wrote before I was 21 and it is about how the youth have NOTHING to do in the 209!!
Res Ipsa Loquitur

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PB6umgOpjdI&list=PL80E81498E82995A8&index=3&feature=plpp_video

Bordom (In The City of Stockton)  --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

My friend and local 209 (West) Stockton Skating legend Vince Salvi created the structure of this instrumental, while the much esteemed guitarist Tony Avila ripped it up acoustically. It is a great beat but alas, I had not extra time to record over it. Hell, if I had done so, it might be ruined.....westies209
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Recorded in 2003

A DOPEsic Instrumental   --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

Ignorant Friends    --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

This is the first of many song/poems/stories I have written about my ex-girlfriend Cathrin (Cat) Goode and while this may seem obsessive, it really is more therapeutic because I truly loved her. There are so many reasons why we broke up back then, which gets confusing, and I know that she loves or loved me but other than that, the whole damned thing is a mystery to me. So I try to remember that strong feeling of love I was experiencing when I was with her but that love is not necessarily meant for her anymore. It's not her I love, just the idea of her and the memory of the love she made me feel at one time......
RES IPSA LOQUITUR
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 --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

Dedication to My Cat    --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)-- 2003

It's All about This Love  --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)

Let's Go to Hell (on a Sunbeam)  --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)--

I love this song. I wrote in 2002 and recorded it in 2003. Harry Potter shit.......

And Who is the Next One ( To Die)   --The Wandering of Rhyme (Through The Land of Bizarre)--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2xjMKXOCf0

The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving,
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane
It’s just that Simple and Plain
The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving, 
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you Relieved and Sane
How else is an Addict supposed to Maintain
If They can Never Find a Way to Complain


I was Created by the Destruction of the World!! 
As I draw breathe inside, 
I Die, 
A little more until the very notion of Life is a Lie 
And because of this 
People Hurt and Destroy 
Thus, creates the very need for me to get High 
I know my habits aren’t Healthy 
But Intoxication is the only Thing that I believe can Help Me 
My latest Prediction of this Cursed Affliction
 Is that if I stay on course, 
In a couple of years, I’ll be in a State of Full Blown Addiction 
I’m Scared Every Night as Time runs out
Marked by the Clock steadily tickin’ 
Climbing in my Skin with Weird Spots on Body itchin’ 
And I’m Hungry 
but I spent my Last Dollars on a High 
So there’s never Food in the Kitchen 
That’s the Force of My Addiction 
Causing my Decay and a Case of Malnutrition
 I Search the Earth in hopes of Absolution 
But I can’t do battle without Self Motivation Ammunition 
A Prayer to Lucifer Himself doesn’t even Help 
Cause even He won’t Listen 
One Night, when I was Sick and Mad 
One Night, when I was Ripped and Sad 
I made a Plea for the Devil to come and take My Soul
 He appeared before me and with a mocking grin, 
He said No 
His Explanation was delivered with little Hesitation 
Life Hurts more than an Eternity of Soulless Inflammation 
I said, 
I’d rather be Damned than Suffer through Salvation 
And it was here, 
He Stops and Interrupts Me 
What He said Dug Down Deep Inside and It Cut Me 
He had reason for not wanting My Soul 
My Punishment was to see what I could have always Controlled 
And That Was My Life........ 
The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving,
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane
It’s just that Simple and Plain
The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving, 
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you Relieved and Sane
How else is an Addict supposed to Maintain
If They can Never Find a Way to Complain

I wish for the Moon Light 
as I sit and I Write 
Why do these Words come out at Night? 
Try as I Might, I Hate My Life 
Keeping My Enemies in Sight 
Knowing No Difference between Wrong and Right 
I’m in the 12th Round of a Lost Fight and I’m still High as a Kite 
My Main Focus in Life is to Stay High 
Don’t Bother Asking Me Why 
Except maybe it’s the Easiest Way to Die 
It’s a Reoccurring Theme, it seems, 
When I’m Trapped within these Things 
And Everybody Screams 
Yesterday I awoke in Cold Sweat from Dreams
 	I want to Forget but for Her Memory, that’d be Disrespect 
So I calm myself with a Cigarette
Inhale Clean Nicotine and I’m fine 
I’ve been Sick and Tired for a Time 
But I’m Sick and Tired of Meaningless Rhyme
 		It’s all a Tedious Whine 
Look in the Mirror, Man, and See what You Find 
I don’t Need to Look in My Eyes 
I don’t Need to Recognize the Disguise 
My Mind Uses to Hide the Lies 
I tell Myself Everyday that this is what Works 
When most of your Friends happen to be Jerks 
And I’m an Atheist so there’s 
No Point in going to Church 
So I guess I should find Help somewhere else
Now would some-one tell Myself to Shut The Fuck Up
And please go back to hell
Maybe kick back and smoke crack 
With my cousin Jason Mitchell**
The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving,
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane
It’s just that Simple and Plain
The Mind of an Addict
It’s Much More than just a Habit
It’s a Way of Living
And to the Next Addict
You are always Giving, 
Grief and Pain
But It keeps you Relieved and Sane
How else is an Addict supposed to Maintain
If They can Never Find a Way to Complain

The Mind of an Addict
Andrew N. Farrens
Drew Kazinsky
2003

**My cousin Jason Mitchell died of crack overdose in 2003 and the first verse and the chorus I wrote a week before his death. It’s weird because I wrote it about him and the second verse is about myself.  This poem/song is dedicated to both my dead father, Laurence R. Farrens, who also died of an overdose of prescription drugs and my cousin, Jason Mitchell A.K.A. SHADOW.S.S.S.X.I.V.


The Mind Of An Addict (REMIX) 2006

One of my best friends and a man I consider my brother, Zell, who free-styled this comedic skit for "The Mind of an Addict" introduction......

A. Zell Williams (2003 Freestyle Comedy Skit about Drug Addicts)

Andrew N. Farrens a.k.a Drew Kazinsky is an awful, often Confused Poet/Writer/Musician/Word-Bully/Word-Slinger and many of his Critics believe the Trash that he so lovingly calls “His Life Work”, is the ramblings of a Depraved Lunatic and will never have a place in the History of Words. May The Gods Have Mercy on His Soul! 
A.N.F., known also as The Grand Ayatollah Drewcifer Drewmani Drew Kazinsky was born and raised in  West-Central Stockton, California but has spent as much time living in Berkeley/Oakland as he could manage.
The alter ego Kazinsky was created by .A.N.F. many years ago and he has been rapping since the age of twelve, when he first heard The Coup’s “Genocide and Juice”. He started reading at four years of age, when his beautiful mother handed him Stephen King’s “The Eyes of the Dragon”. It is believed by both friends and enemies alike that he wrote his first words after reading that book.
.A.N.F. Drew Kazinsky considers himself to be a Word-Bully and he loves the English language for its willingness to be raped and manipulated in any way that he can imagine in his sick and depraved mind.
His wonderful, beautiful mother is still alive, helping Kazinsky as he survives this cruel world every-day. While he may not always show it and has odd ways of displaying affection, he loves his mother deeply. Other than a few close friends he considers brothers and sisters, he does not have any blood siblings. He is truly an only child. His father passed away during the ninth month in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Seven. Mister Laurence R. Farrens died from an overdose of prescription narcotics…….
Andrew N. Farrens Drew Kazinsky sincerely hopes that you read and listen to what he writes with an open mind, even though the content of some of the writing is harsh but he would like to stress the fact that everything within his writing is true, unless stated specifically otherwise. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Drew Kazinsky .A.N.F. would like to see his words educate and also illustrate to the teeming masses that the promise of a better way of living in this society of sick and depraved lunatics is very much possible, though difficult to accomplish. He will also not hesitate to use his words to destroy an individual’s sense of well being, if said individual either annoys him severely or threatens his friends and family.
.A.N.F. really would like you to gain something from the words he has written/recorded and he also hopes that you find some pleasure and peace within his art, as well.
Andrew N. Farrens Drew Kazinsky thanks you all from the bottom of his rotten and suspicious heart, Constant Reader.
I only hope that Stephen King does not get angry that I stole his phrase “Constant Reader”, Constant Reader. It is too good not to use and in my own way, it is not a theft (I am NOT a plagiarizer), but more of a way to honor a great writer who inspired me to write these words. Along with Hunter S. Thompson, reading books written by Stephen King made me a better writer. There are also many other writers (and Poets/Musicians) who assisted (and STILL help) me find my literary voice but I do not have enough room or the time to list them all, although Kurt Cobain and Tupac Amaru Shakur deserve mentioning!
.A.N.F. is still working on developing his literary voice and Kazinsky would like to remind everyone that in the crazy business of writing, one never stops developing the internal writer’s voice, which exists only in .A.N.F. Drew Kazinsky’s head until transcribed to paper by the magic use of ink or lead. It is a job that can NEVER be finished, except for when one finally meets up with life's greatest equalizer, the undiscovered country of Death………
Andrew Nicolas Farrens
(.A.N.F.)
West Stockton,
California
westies209


Drew Kazinsky .A.N.F.

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