I'm crazy and feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy and I'm stalking you
I knew you'd love me as soon as I caught you
And then some day I'd switch you for somebody new
Worry, why should I let myself worry?
Wondering what in the world did I do?
Oh, baby, I'm so sure that my ropes can hold you
I'm crazy for spying and crazy for tying
And I'm crazy for drugging you
Crazy, for thinking that my love could save you
And now that you're dying, oh, I'd best get spying
The girl who'll be replacing you
© 2026 Khaos WolfKat
... Who is also a Gorean, recovering addict, cigar smoker, hippie, artist, crafter, pervert, sadist, sensualist, spiritualist, biker, geek, singer, prepper, cook, defier of labels in general, and a whole lot of other things!
Just Various writings and such that I feel the urge to share.
Warning... If you have narrow ideas about what a (insert label here) ought to be like, this blog will most likely offend your delicate sensibilities, and you are better off going elsewhere.
Saturday, 20 June 2026
Crazy (Patsy Cline Parody)
Tuesday, 9 June 2026
Motel Tweakerville (Another Margaritaville Parody)
Keepin' me awake, watchin' them get shakes
All of those tweakers smokin' with foil
Wearin' a G-string wound up like a spring
She's twacked out, and covered with boils
Stayin' a day again at Motel Tweakerville
Kickin' that broken vending machine
Tom Bodett's crew says there's a light on for you
And your dog, can stay without fees.
Helluva reason I'm stuck here all season
Nothin' to see here but hookers and thugs
None of them beauties, not even cuties
They're all tore up from doin' them drugs.
Stayin' a day again at Motel Tweakerville
Starin' at stains all over the sheet
Some people claim that housekeeping's to blame,
Now I think, hell, I just need some sleep
I need a Zoom meeting, wifi is fleeting
Bad password, had to tether my phone
But it beats out a bender and soon it will render
That daily reprieve that helps me hang on
Stayin' a day again at Motel Tweakerville
Watchin' some dude get high on bath salts
Some people claim that there's a dope man to blame
But I know it's addiction at fault
The carpet's all sticky, something smells icky
The A/C is busted and so's the TV
There’s shadow folks creepin’ while I should be sleepin’
Tweakers all fiendin' and crawlin' with fleas.
It's my last day livin' at Motel Tweakerville
Packin' up my last suitcase to leave
Some people claim that the front desk is to blame
But at least, I got my daily reprieve.
Yes and it's all the same and it's a cryin' shame
But at least, I know I get to leave.
© 2026 Khaos WolfKat