L00K H3R3

You're missing the point.
You're missing the point, dammit.
You're missing the point.
Where the fuck are you looking? -- you're missing the point.
You are missing the point.

Can't you see?
It's in the T-A-R.
Once you look closer, it's all about the clouds
And how they're upside down,
And how it's up to you to save them.
So grab your gear and your inhaler,
And get the fuck up there!

The Always Thoughtful ___________

Writer's mind.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Drip-drop, drip-drop.
Fuck.
What is this?
Fuck.
The space space between the lines is growing.
And growing.
God, I need a drink.
What?
I don't drink.
Remind me what I'm doing here.
The page is empty, the gaps wide,
And it's up to this mind to fill the lines?
I don't think so,
But it'll happen.
It always does.
Fuck...

I Remember No More

So many ideas
So many words
So many thoughts galore
So many feelings
So many times
So many tales of lore
But when my mind soaked in the rain,
I began to feel no pain --
After all that happened before

Fluff Stuff [bumped from 9/10]

Something I've always felt, always known

Is that this is all fluff stuff

I am in love with talking shit
In love with theorizing
In love with thinking
In love with writing about how I wish things were
How I wish I was, how I wish the world was
In love with creating something from nothing
Seemingly
In love with the search for all things true
In love with you, and you, and you
In love with being behind the monitor, behind the pen
Onto the page, and into the web
All over the world, but still right here


This is the stuff I'm made of...it's not much, but it's something.
And as much as I wish it were possible, I know it to be impractical*:
I will not be reinvented overnight.
I've never meant to make it seem as if this was not the case.

This is all fluff stuff, and that's just fine.
The doing part, that just comes with time.

*A word I try and refrain
from using as much as possible

Ruse

Well I don't know what the fuck you're thinkin',
But I do know what the fuck to say --
Why the hell'd you think I was a martyr?
I was told it was the world that paid!
Don't tell me all this was done in vain?!

This talk, it was our death last may --
How I built a house of pins and needles,
And how amazing it still stands today.
No thanks to all the ill-willed rain.
But karma will reach the clouds one day.

While sometimes I fear you've blown a gasket,
Other times I fear you've pinched a nerve.
Or perhaps the name is mine on the casket.
Anyone here, yeah they could have guessed it!
Please, just keep my cell how I left it!

There's comes a time to spare the boys,
Because an army built on baby toys...
It's just not one I'm proud of leadin'!
What happens when they all start bleedin'?!
Mothers drop dead, and they're only readin'!

It saddens me that this is it.
While the world's out there just talkin' shit,
We're left down here to feel the burn,
To flail our arms and somehow learn
That it's all behind the keys I turned.

I set this all in motion, but it was your master plan.
I locked the doors, I burned the keys,
As I heard the cries, I heard the pleas.
Their dream, it was only to leave...
I tried to change; I was deceived.

While I don't know what the fuck you're doin',
I think I do know what the fuck to say --
Am I not the one who held that line?
When the rest were off there drinkin' wine!?
Don't you think that I deserve what's mine!?

Well I don't know what the fuck you're thinkin',
But I do know what the fuck to say --
Why the hell'd you think I was a martyr?
I was told it was the world that paid!
Don't tell me all this was done in vain?!
Please! If just to keep me sane...
From all that shit I did in vain,
From all that shit I did in vain,
From all that shit I did in your name!

Something About Friends

"I Promise"

-or-

"I Won't Give Up"

A tear ran down my cheek --
Something about friends,
Like a long-boiling pot of water
The moment it rolls over.
It's understood, what will be done..
So why then must we fight it?
If I told you that it would be fun,
Would we then not try to hide it?
"Trying to prove a point,
It's not a thing worth doing."
I too once felt the same way,
When I wasn't so caught up losing.
Loss, while it certainly connects us,
There are too many of those to count.
But people, they are not all the same.
There are many differences, you know.
What helps one of us grow and learn
Can sometimes watch another burn.
So as far as you're concerned,
I will not reveal myself...not yet.
But you will know this (before my exam):
Meant to make the world sweat
That's just not the man I am.
If it seems there must be a meaning,
If it appears this must be that or this...
Then I am sorry, for you are a goner.
And, there are no correlations.
Sure, we can think up a few --
And I've no doubt they would be beautiful --
But it does not work under that assumption.
It does not work if we think we know,
While being more lost than ever.
A tear ran down my cheek --
Something about friends.
All you need to do is watch them.

Go To Your Local Playground And Die

They sure do make it easy nowadays. Fuck.

Hold onto your kids people, those apparatus are not safe.
Just as only a crazy person would run back and forth across a highway and expect to live to tell the tale, only a crazy person would let their young offspring play on some of these things, these baby-deathtraps.

I mean, does this not look even remotely dangerous to you?



Anna Czerwinska would have trouble with that thing, let alone your 7-year-old child.

: )

They Say "Fuck Freedom," I Say "Fuck Fear"

Something is terribly wrong here.
And I am mad-tilted right now.

I am unaligned with the bullshit.

Criminalizing free speech

Promoting fear

Dissenters silenced

Rebels offed

Thought control

Mass arrests

Redefining protest as terrorism

So, I suppose I am the treat. I am the bad guy.
But you have nothing to be afraid of.
Now, how is that?

Throw me up on that watchlist, please;
I will destroy you.


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A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.

-- Edward Abbey
The Light

As long as there is a lower class, I am in it. As long as there is a criminal element, I am of it. As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

-- Eugene Debs
Baller of the Month, World

It is not only my right to criticize this government, it is my my responsibility, my duty as citizen of this country -- it is written in the Constitution of the United States of America.

-- Me
A Friend

Fantastically Mundane, We Are

Be Brave

Once I've posted something on here, very seldom do I take it down.
And I say very seldom because I don't recall ever taking a post down for any reason, but I'm simply not 100% sure that I never have.
And the fact that I'm not one hundred percent sure, almost makes me feel 100% positive that I've done it before.

There's a lot of stuff on here that I can look back at and greatly dislike, for a variety of reasons.
Some things I feel are too simply written...too contrived...too beaten down...too unrecognizable...too ridiculous...
But I don't care -- it's what was in my head at the time, and how I chose to express it. And that's really awesome to think about.
So no matter how much I hate the things I've written sometimes, when I do look back...
it's always with a smile, or a half-smile at that.



Be brave with me, and you'll come to see
There's more to our words than hopes and dreams

Save the Smokescreen for 2010

So save the smokescreen for twenty-ten.
By then you'll know of the great mortar men.

this isn't even done/anything, please don't pay attention to this i just cannot take it down now

Shadow and Linus

It's Meaningful

Have you ever taken out the garbage before? -- 'cause that shit was a rookie mistake.
^Paraphrased, Jake Aranda^

"Shit, what does your mom make 'cause that shit was just okay."
--Peter Szujewski, in talking about DLS retreat food and how it seemed everyone but us thought the food was fucking brilliant

"To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure"

I mean, personally...I want the world to chew me up and spit me out.
At least once anyway.
At least once.

Are You Guys Really Genuine? Really?

It's just kind of hard for me to believe.
Can you really be so naive?
It's probably just me.
That's not what I meant to say.




I just felt like I'm falling behind, even though
I know
I'm not.




It all seems like forever ago.
It's probably been an hour.
I haven't played since.




You'll break your face trying to connect these dots.
So don't try.
I've always liked your face.
It makes me remember things.
Like how happy I am to hear you're alive.
Every time.

Crushed. By both of you.

You Are Everything, And So Am I

And you-and-I
make they and we


Yes, this is why
I am happy

I Won't Count On It

you think you can let me sleep tonight?
just this once?




The people said I wasn't fit for dying.
But is anyone ever fit for dying?
I don't think so.

except not really

Rumor has it she once dipped her hair in kool-aid

We Like Being Together

Right now

We just wanna be together again.
For the first time, as friends.

-

You're here/I'm there/We're together

There's nothing to hold us back.
All I want to hear is your laugh.
We're talking about our pasts.
And I ramble on too fast.
Perhaps you'll shut me up -- like I wish that you would,
Like I know that you could.

-

Then time flies by

I can see it now.
I hope this doesn't happen, somehow:
I'll hold you close and say,
"I hope you're here to stay."

Please don't walk away.


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Wow. I'm sorry for this in advance S.
It's pretty ridiculous. Well, I don't know..

All I know is I should have ended after the second part.
But I don't really want to delete it now.
I know it gets way too sad.

Little Pockets of Greatness

The best places are the ones
where someone says "fuck you"
and everyone else claps

Call Me When You Land, Okay?

If I had a vehicle, I would go.

I'd purchase twenty smoothies, put them in the back seat, and then drive to your house.

When I got there -- to the place others call your home -- I would load all twenty smoothies into a little red wagon that I would have brought with me from Chicago.

I would then give you a call. You would answer after five rings, and I would proceed to whisper, "Wake up and come outside." (I would have no logical reason for whispering or for saying "wake up," but I would do both anyway.)

I'm thinking the first thing you might say in response would be, "What the fuck? What are you talking about?" You know, you'd be looking for some sort of explanation. I wouldn't give you the faux satisfaction of an explanation however, and would immediately hang up the phone.

After a few minutes, you'd actually look out one of the front windows of your house to see if perhaps, for once, I wasn’t just fucking with you.

And there I would be, sitting on your driveway (alongside a smoothie-filled, little red wagon).

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"you never fail to make smile
i think ive said that several times"

The World Ends Tonight

Yeah...
I know you all just heard that thunder.
It's no coincidence.

If you don't live in Chicago, well, you're safe for the night.
But I won't make any promises after tonight's passed.

No, I won't be dead.
I just don't know how I'll feel in the morning.

Love. Always.
Motherfucker

I'd Make a Pretty Good Superhero, I'm Not Gonna Lie

For all intents and purposes, I am my own god



She had just finished saying something completely obscene,
And I responded with something delightful like,
"It's not my fault I'm your god."



I don't fear death; I don't wish to die...
Is that so difficult for people to understand?

I'll Have to Learn the Hard Way

"Ah, well see, that just means you're addicted."
"I never claim not to be."

Always remember:

You're not greedy.
Don't get greedy.

Make the right decision.
Always.

I Still Have Paint On My Glasses, But I Can See

I hope that's all right with you.
Is that all right with you?


I mean, because...I don't really need them anymore than you do.
Do you still need the glass between us?

The Emptying Out

Each day
Life goes by
And it's never coming back

People Scare Me Because They Are Scared

People don't give themselves enough credit.
They are constantly doubting and second guessing themselves.
Now, in most situations, this sort of self-imposed doubt doesn't have any long term, negative consequences.
It's only natural.
But when it comes to continually distrusting one's own judgment in regards to personal decisions -- decisions in life that only directly affect the person making them -- there is an unmitigated problem that arises.
People may begin to search outside themselves for advice, thinking things like:
"There must be someone out there who's been in this situation before, and is thus far better equipped to help me with my situation."
No. False.
Not only is it wrong to think this way due to the fact that every situation people face is different, but also because:
You are the only one who can make these types of decisions.
It's your life and no one else's.
(I'm not downplaying all advice in general; I'm simply saying that what's important is the way we choose to view/process different kinds of advice in different situations.)
It often seems as if people forget they have control over their own lives, that they know what's best for themselves --
And no one else.

Moreover, seeing as many people tend to look for ways out of making tough life decisions, it's not difficult to see how some people can turn to established institutions for assistance (something one might do when his efforts at obtaining personal help fail -- when he realizes that the advice he's receiving from others isn't making his decision(s) any easier).
So let me just say that...
Your religion doesn't know what's best for you.
Your government doesn't know what's best for you.
Your school doesn't know what's best for you.
And your bank sure as hell doesn't know what's best for you.
Only you know what's best for you.
These establishments are an insult to your own intelligence.
Fuck them.
You're smart enough to figure things out.
Do what you want --
Because in the end it's your choice, whether or not to be free, whether or not to be happy, whether or not to do anything.
You choose.

In today's world, the choice of whether or not to be free is a difficult one. But it's definitely not one people should shy away from.
You can either give in to the established order, the standard operating procedure(s). Or you can be ostracized for stepping out of bounds.
All I can say is this: From my limited experience, I've come to view the latter as far more rewarding.

Love. Always.

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Author's Note: I use masculine pronouns in this post (such as he, him, and his) when referring to a singular person. This is purely for ease of reading and is not intended to indicate any bias against females.
The fact that pronouns are separated in such a way as to indicate sex is yet another reason why the English language is sub-par to many other languages in functionality. I do love this language though. We've got the most complex words. It's like, in what other language can one word mean 10+ different things, depending on the context? (e.g. "fuck" and "douche")

From Where I Draw These Lines. I Do Not Know.

Taken aback. Jack never asked. To be thrown in a sack.
With Jill.

He pry at the seam. Wanting to scream. For nothing his dreams.
Could fill.

All said and done. What's more was fun. Not normally spun.
On a hill.

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Author's Note:
My decision to write this piece was mildly inspired by something an old friend of mine wrote.
(It's weird, calling him an old friend; I guess I just wanted to call someone an old friend.)
Perhaps he'd find something in the title.

I hope he reads this someday and knows that, if not for him, I would not have written and posted it.
How strange it is, I suppose, to know that he might read these words someday...
and not even know I'm referring to him.
I guess I just hope that he does.

A Fever Dream For Me

Driving a car is nothing but a fever dream for me.
Sitting behind the wheel, all I can do is scream --
Scream and hope it's actually a dream,
And that I'll be alive in the morning
So that, maybe, I can stop you from boarding
That car...

Ha, you know me -- we wouldn't be going very far.

A Quick Laugh From Both Parties

In response to certain people, mainly working adults, who have commented in the past on my general DGAF attitude towards completing scholastic assignments:

Why would I show anything but insouciance for things that don't matter?



I hope you don't think I'm either completely serious or completely joking when I use things like "DGAF." Readers ought to know by now that I regularly employ tongue-in-cheek shit into my writing here.*

*From now on,
I'm not going to disclaim anything;
you're smart enough to know when
I'm trying to give a quaint laugh.
(Wow -- how many times have I said that before?)

I Try Not to Define Myself [Making a List Would Take Too Much Time]

Because doing so does something even worse:
It puts you in a corner that's difficult to escape.
It's tricky business, escaping definitions.

Don't define yourself.
Well, unless you choose to definite yourself with a abundance of definitions.

Let's just accept the fact that things are indeed multifaceted, and that everything cannot be defined.

More often than not, things fall into more than one category,
into more than one definition.

I Like to Acknowledge That I Don't Know

You are free within yourself.
And you are greater than anything they can shelf,
Which is why there is no difference between being completely free in the jail cell
And being completely free outside of the jail.
You're oppressed either way,
But it's all a game.
Think; show them you know how to play.
And then show them that their game is
No longer relevant.

Taking yourself out of the careful categories you've made over time makes you limitless.
Because while there may be rules and laws,
They are only relevant to those who acknowledge them in the first place.
It's all relative, and you've got the choice of not referring to anything.

You can't just go lumping everything -- including yourself and other people -- into categories.
Because categories tend to facilitate static.
And it doesn't take much to realize that the world -- including yourself and other people -- is not static.
Everything has dynamic qualities and/or possibilities.

Look around people -- things change.
In fact, they've been doing so for the past...well let's just say...forever.
The minute you begin denying that change is the only constant
is the minute you've given up.

Don't give up.
Don't deny what's already here.
Doing either would just be silly.


Love. Always.

But I Don't

I must admit that, sometimes,
I wish I could do nothing but save...

...but Life is too short to wrap around one big thing...

...which leads to another acknowledgment...

I must admit that, sometimes,
I wish I believed in reincarnation.

Because that would solve a lot of "problems,"
by making me a little less abstract, and a little more focused.

You know, I once tried to remove the hourglass image stamped in the back of my mind;
and the worst part is, when I wasn't able to, I also wasn't able to cry.

Things haven't really changed, but I now realize it was a stupid idea,
because that hourglass is what keeps me alive.
It's what some people search their whole lives to find.

Please Forgive Me

There's so much to come.

I've Been Sent to Make Things

I'd like to start at the bottom of everything with someone.
Who's willing to meet me there?

Everything Is Squash, But Squash Isn't Everything

The world isn't ending anytime soon -- I hate to break it to ya.

Sometimes I really think she wants it to.
Sometimes I think she wants it all to end.
And if she doesn't, then what the hell is she doing...
Thinking the things she thinks.

I can't cure you.
Not when you're like this.
Not like I used to.*
You should already know this.

Unrelated: I justify myself all too much.

*This line written for the sake of keeping this shitty. Believe me, I know...I know. Purposefully ridiculous, I am. Only rarely do I find myself missing a crucial angle on something I created (and believe in) with love.

June

Welcome to the beginning of a great month.

Keep your eyes open.

This is all temporary.

This is Ever

The Best Advice I've Ever Received

"Don't close your eyes. It's a bitch to open them again."

I Know What I Am

you know what's really interesting?
(time to guess)
how everyone has their own face.
how we can recognize faces.
how we're all given this one face, this one body --
and nothing else.
and it's with this body that we come to identify ourselves
and others come to identify us.
and it's this particular aspect of the human condition
that serves to convince us that we are permanent.
and that's not true.

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pack up all the things you've made,
all the things people have made you,
and all the things you wish you made,
and all you wish that they made you.

and leave where you're at for someplace better.

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I'm not embarrassed of anything I think.
I wish you could say that sentence truthfully about the songs in your head.

Anti-Creative Shit From Vermont

this is what we do
with your well-concealed cash
since we're always tainted blue
let's just ship out some new tracks
'cause you know we love you too
now let's just remember that



let's do it ourselves this time

To Be Good And Nice:

My Goal In Life.

What I Want in This Realm of Human Experience

To be able to lie side-by-side with someone,
backs pressed against the earth,
both completely content with the other's existence
and their own...

This? Irony? No...Really?

On fuck me sideways:

I never quite understood
The meaning of that phrase...
Well, fuck me sideways
For being so ignorant...

My Words, O So Fitting

I'm really good at quoting myself,
not so good at quoting other people.


I won't explain;
I'll just quote away.


I'll see you all tomorrow.
Yes, all of you.

Persecuting the Righteous-Poor

...but sometimes death row's just the most comfortable place...


Perhaps we like free-market capitalism and shit because, "Hey, it's fun!"
There's always a "winner" and a "loser," (based on money) and who doesn't want that?!
Perhaps we like it because we're addicted to slavery.
I think people get off (too much) on being down, and that's the real problem.
People have forgotten what true happiness is like, what it really is to be (alive).

Fruitage

At the time of this post, I just got finished eating a carton of raspberries...
I would survive on raspberries alone if I could.

I also ate one of the best oranges of my life two minutes ago.

you stole everything but the space(s) in between

shit changes fast
but you werent ready
and neither was i
but thats just fine
because i dont comply

and no i dont dont dont comply
no no no no i dont comply

and no i get get get get by
no no no no i just get by

shit changes fast
but you werent ready
and neither was i
but thats just fine
because we dont comply

Where Peacocks Roam the Lawns

That sounds like the place to be, ya know?
Any place where peacocks roam the lawns like lost boys
Must be the place for me.

Fame and The Soul

I don't see a way out of fame for me.
I wish I did because
I don't want to be famous,
But I might have to be.

But (hopefully) it really won't be fame at all, and instead, just one big publicity stunt.
Why?
Because I don't lie.

Storytelling

We're the good writers...
You know, the ones who say they've got no time to read.

"Being young, we have no wisdom to lead."

I'm Crying

I don't know what I feel
I don't know what is real

I'm sorry for all that I've done and haven't done for you.
And I appreciate everything you've done and haven't done for me.

...this was written a week ago.

She's Gonna Grow Shit in Her Room

How cool is that?
Haha

I'm not refraining from posting these types of things anymore.
They're very significant and meaningful.
I know you can see why.

(No Longer) Temporary

I'm hoping someone comes along and punches me in the face.

Maybe that would do the job -- and realign my jaw.

Pilfer Away

until the end of (your) days

"The Unbearable Lightness of Being"

Lightness or Weight?

I try not to make rules for myself. But, I'd say that 9 times out of 10, I'll choose weight. I could switch by the end of the book, who knows. Like I said, I don't get involved with arbitrary rules/restrictions placed upon myself.

If You'll Let Me In

I'll change your life forever,
If you'll let me in.

That goes for each and every one of you.
And I'm sure you've already done the same for me.





I need someone ready to take on the world with me at the drop of a hat...
Someone who knows shit.
Someone I can trust.

Tear Catcher Throw Down

This is the tear catcher throw down.
Its words are the greatest thing around,
And its only flaw is that it lacks a lost-and-found.

The War Post

I stop-lossed your heart.



This guy I know, he wages pointless wars.
That's all I really have to say about him.
He won't read this slander.

Well, Ya Know, It Happens

May god forever damn disclaimers.

Disclaimer: Just/But not the people who use them.

The Question Is The Answer

I don't have the answer,
but I do have the question.
And that's good enough for me,
which is how it ought to be.

Wind and Rain: They're to Blame

The perils far outweigh the perks
When it comes to the likes of sea life
(Life at Sea)

"If Ignorance is Bliss, Then Wipe the (Fucking) Smile Off My Face"

-- I did not write the italicized words --

There is something so calming about your voice
It slows me down
It makes me listen
It makes me realize and think
about all the things, all the words, that pour
from your mouth
I love to watch your lips move
to form those words that mean so much
to me
to you
to society as a whole
those same words that make me swoon
will change the world
will fix this place
It has already begun (with me)


I wish I wrote that whole thing, especially those last four lines.


One day you're going to do great things
You're just putting down the pavement now
Your thinking is beyond your age


Have I mentioned lately that you are an amazing thinker?


You're great, and you'll always be great, no matter what you do.


Thanks, you four, for believing in me as much as I believe in myself.

It's kind of funny, how fucked up the world is...

but not quite.

Waiting for a Better Everything

Does not imply no action

NoSense/HeavyHearts/LittleNoises

Somehow, I've figured out
how to carry the heaviest heart since Jesus Christ's.

So far, the closest I've come to anti-fake
lies in all the little noises you make.

Nothing I see makes any sense,
but then again, it doesn't have to.

Mr. President,

I have two sentences for your ears sir; I know you can still hear. If you decide to make an example of me after I say what I have to say, so be it...

Your understanding of what's best for our nation is bizarre and convoluted. You pale in the face of facts and true knowledge.

From:
Concerned Citizen #297,403
Real ID: N73094A

Response:
--From PA Committee--
Neutralize N73094A
--Status on Action--
Commenced March 22, 2028 | 01:23 PM (EST)

Bad Ass Extraordinaire

When you're bent on revenge,
life is lost

If I don't save the world, who will?

I certainly do have a way with words,
but that's only when I get shut down and start following close behind
(which doesn't happen very often).
Follow the path of a syllogism.

I just took another bite out of Last Laugh Lane (for you),
and you're still far too reverent.
And I fear Death has ascended far too high,
it's even painting the sky.
And just, whatever you do,
don't be a slave to the sun --
because once you are, it's far too hard
to run.

Joy From Creating Something Good

I've been trying to figure this one out for a long time,
so just answer me this:
Did I save you?

-- Regardless --
I saved you; (and) you set me free.

End note:
I need to know there's a certain unspoken confidentiality between us.
Because there's beauty in that-something-only-we-know.

The Tethers of Tradition

One moment
I think it's lost forever --
But it always comes crawling back to me.

I never forget anything.

Growing up the right way.
Mom and dad, smiling in the front seats.
I only hold this pen one way.
Yeah, I take it back, but not to convey
Anything.
Sometimes I just don't agree with what I say.
With Broadway on the radio,
It's all too hard to stay awake,
Let alone stay away.

Run with it.
Roll with it.
Rock with it
To the timed click of my pen,
Saying, "Don't ever try and tell me when
Enough is enough."
If you do,
I'll take it out on the private sector crew.
And we all know you don't want that.

"I'll turn to a friend,
Someone that understands,
Sees through the master plan."

If only I could snap pictures with my eyes,
I might actually have something to despise,
To feed my friends as surprise,
To get lost in -- in more of the world's lies.

I just took a bite out of last laugh lane.

You're a Slave

To Maddie:

You're a slave Madeline --
A slave for everything that doesn't mean anything.

And I never said I'm the answer to all your questions;
I'm just saying I've got a lot of questions myself.

Love. Always.
Landon

O, the Agony

I watched TV;
it deformed me.


[To Texas: 1,155miles/17h25m
-O, the agony-]


Don't complain,
It hurts your brain;
But don't listen to us,
All we do is cuss.


I watched TV;
it deformed me.

"Forgive Them, For They Know Not What They Do"

If Christians actually followed Jesus, all hell would break loose...
:]
Upon rereading that sentence, I found it to be very well put.
I have to use that somewhere.

Flipping Through the Front Pages of a Contemporary Magazine

I sat there, flipping through your magazine, looking for a table of contents -- or something like that -- for a good 2 minutes. Then I realized, "Shit! There is no table of contents." I was sad, and I felt lost.

And there really was a contents page (I found it later that night), but it was 24 ad-pages into the magazine. I counted. I admit to wasting a good portion of my life viewing advertisements.



I keep thousands of journals in my head;
just think of it this way: I'm better off alive.

Soundtrack : Movie :: You : Me

Perhaps I should have written this in red.

(My Very) Conceptual Work

While you may think you get the rule, you really do not; because you do not understand how the rule came to be.

I could really use a worthy adversary -- someone with the ability to shut me down.

I feel like teaching you everything I know.
And when I do, I expect no less from you.
Teach me.

A Paper Version

Come on, don't you know by now that I hang on your every word.

The beauty lies in the fact that we're all on the way out.

An osprey from Ontario
Kept calling me, calling me home.

From one tired revolutionary to another:
People need to calm down.

This post is a lot like a burning building
When you know no one's inside.

Grand Silence in the Way of Giving

I know we're the ones to bring reform
Take help, take tons, take you, then stun
We just gotta see through the shit-storm
Take two, take one, take me, then run

Take this for what it is
It has something to do with breathing
Take this before I give
It has everything to do with anything

I step off the train platform
No rules, no life, no wrong, just right
I follow the promising rainstorm
No clouds, no night, no time, just light
I never knew that I'd transform
No rules, no life, no wrong, just right
I seem to believe I can inform
No clouds, no night, no time, just light

You may think you can save me from the world
But what's going to happen is infinitely more complex and involved
Than the problem your futile efforts hoped to solve
Beyond idealism, a new world waits

But before that day comes
We've gotta save the world to save ourselves
Let alone everyone else

...but for now
I'm content with the clouds
They give me something to write about
And let's face it, we couldn't live without them

For the Love of Love

"If they could like bottle you up,
Into some like flavored candy or something,
I would so buy it."

This Is Me, For Once

With my red face on the tarmac,
I think about how I always count the fibers on my guitar strap --
In the same way you count the days until we're together,
With your heart stuck on light-as-a-feather.

This is me, for once,
Dragging my feet far off in the distance,
And trying to keep in touch with balance.
It's difficult to do
When you've got shit flying all around you,
And the people who are throwing it...
Well, let's just say you didn't expect them to.

I just made the last line rhyme for the sake of time;
You know I predict everything that happens
And always expect the right people.

Tongue-in-Cheek

Open your eyes and see
What's always been inside.
The radicals lie with me,
Strong enough not to hide.
And someday I'll be free
To take you for a ride.
Tape, for me, a mystery
Of those around the upside.

Just let go, follow me
To where serenity resides.

This isn't meant to be tongue-in-cheek.
The way I speak ought to be encouragingly oblique.
There's no need for a grain of salt here.
Promise not to fear; do I make myself clear?

All hail the middle way!
There will be no tests today!


Take note: I infrequently use exclamation points.

Kick-Shit

So, this is pretty kick-shit, huh?
I take two,
take two,
take two
where the letters lie in lieu,
awaiting to be pursued.

So, this blog is officially one year old.
I write on,
write on,
write on
towards a new aeon,
for all dreamers to stumble upon.

Everyone Dreams in Their Own Way* [You've Got Your World Invested in Me]

The fact that I force this to be a problem is a problem (because it doesn't have to be):
I Don't Dream...

At least, not when I sleep. Sleep devoid of dreams is a problem for anyone, and especially for someone like me.

The struggle comes in balancing creativity with reality -- because they seem to be at opposite ends of the experience spectrum (more and more with every passing day). This balance problem comes to light, of course, because I'm forced to dream while I'm awake. It works out great for me, but not so much for everyone else. But you know, as I do, that it will all be worth it in the end.

Because right now, I'm living alone, building a (heart)ship underwater. It's rather difficult keeping everything down here, seeing as hearts like to float. And I know that keeping them tied down is fucked up, but I can't take the risk of losing another one.** So far though, I've been doing a pretty good job of keeping everything from surfacing.***

This whole process would be a lot easier if shit didn't float. And if I didn't have an army of faces waiting at the surface for something they know nothing about. (Don't get the wrong idea; I don't blame 'em.) I didn't promise them anything, but they seem to think I did. And that's fine with me because...I was planning on taking them with me all along. After all, it can get rather lonely on the open waters, as Madeline expressed last time I saw her -- exactly nine years, six months, and seven days ago.

End Note:
I am no leader.
We are all captains of our present ship, Earth,
Just as we'll all be captains of this new ship, Heart.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*And that's a problem, for it's a reality of humanity that clashes with modern existence. So if you think about it, he's more attached to the reality of things than most. By he, I mean me.

**The official count is three, but from now on I'm going to say two because...well, let's just say I fucked up. I fucked up. I really fucked up. So, three doesn't count. If you wanna find out how I lost these two, you're gonna have to stay tuned.

***If you think this means I've got a secret, you're wrong.
I am as transparent as glass.
(You would think I'd write "stained glass.")

Author's Note:
Pardon me for not informing you of what's going on;
It's never been my choice to be this
Abstract.

Why Can't He Just Comply?

You're a bum.
A cool bum, yes.
But a bum nonetheless.

*She Said

The colors, they move too fucking fast.*
If we don't stop now, this will all have passed.
And I know
That I definitely
Don't want that.
So stop right now, take breather, and just quit fighting back
With those fists of yours --
Looking like they've been slightly dismissed before.
(But no more.)

The colors, they do move too fucking fast.
Take a step back to see
That this ain't me.
I'm not one being projected on your (TV) screen.

I don't lie, I don't lie, I don't lie,
I don't lie!
I'll tell 'em like it is until the day I die.

Come over here, step down from your cloud, and tell me
That you never lied, and that you like what you see
On this TV.
But you're lying, you're lying, you're lying,
You're lying.
It's hurts her eyes,
Hurts something more that applies --
And god, that's always been
Humanity's outcries.

No, they go unheard...
No, no, they go unheard...

Because the colors, they really do move too damn fast.
Just realize that I've never played the same damn track...

...more than once in one night.

When the rest of the world's watching us, stuck on repeat,
Hopefully we'll move them away from their concrete
Bullshit.

1. Are You Sure About This?

North, South, East, and West...
(No, no matter what...)
You better not let them fake your death...
Because that would be all too easy;
And we don't like easy.

2. Yes, trust me.

Me and Gumby, Gumby and I

We're tired of apologizing for humanity

Click me

Long Live Samantha Power

And her infinite wisdom!

No, but seriously...

Long Live Power

Love. Always.

Whenever I come to you,
gasping for air,
you always seem to have enough for the both of us.


I'll be back later.
I love you guys.

I've Got a River of Lead Running Through My Head

In many ways I wish this blog -- these journals, these stories, this book -- would go up in flames, lost forever. Not because I don't like what I've written or because I've given up on writing, but because it would make me a better writer.

Take it all away. Devastate me.
I've been told that I rewrite things better the second time around anyway.

To See and Be Seen

Change is truly the most beautiful thing in the world.
Watch (out for) the leaves....


Sitting up against a building on the side of the sidewalk, I get the opportunity to pet a few nice dogs, to pen a few nice sentences.

Headspin

Always remember:
You don't have to build a bridge when you can walk on water.

A World Without Walls

The hardheaded birds cry,
"Live, love, laugh, die!"
The people on the station blocks
Do nothing but check their golden clocks.
With the strength of an arrow at (high) noon,
The sailor tries and fails to reach the moon.

If we can't decipher what all this means,
Then we've never reflected life's true gleam.

It's Extraction Time

141 train stops on the CTA
51 stairs down to the street at Roosevelt
28 handrails on the average train car
22 stairs up to the buses at Midway

You used to think these numbers didn't mean shit.
But they mean everything, and I mean it.

Convoluted and bizarre, you are.

...For it was the side of her only she knew,
But now he knows it too.

[I don't fill in the gaps because your imagination is much worse than anything I could come up with.]

"And a Maintenance Man He Was"

An inchoate song (hence the use of multiple letters towards the
end -- to poorly show how I intended certain words to be stretched when sung) I wrote long ago:


I sit here, debating
Whether or not I should return
To my old self,
And help
The ones who need a shelf
To put their shit.
Their stuff.
I'll be the one to show you love.

Everybody told him it couldn't be done --
"No, no, no, no, it's not that easy son."
Yeah, everyone said he'd fall short of the sun,
That he'd be the first to break down and run.
And I don't believe that anyone
Would've thought that he'd have been the one.
The one, the one to assemble the gun
With which they'd have all their fun.

Hiding with my face in a book or with my head in the clouds
Is the greatest thing I could have allowed
And I don't want...
No, I don't need...
Anything to make you see that I...
That I love you...
That I love you...
That I love youuu...
And only you.
You truuuuust me...as I trust you...

This isn't a big deal
Toooo us...
Because we know
That we don't trust
Anyone
More
Than us, than us, than us, than usssss!
Come here, and see, the joy that lives in me -- that lives in you.
Yeah you...
Oh yeah, it does. I've always known this shit because,
Because, because I am, I am the one who likes to stand...

Melting in My Eyes

Mr. McArdle is too stubborn to think outside the box -- or to even think in any other spot inside the box.


When the countdown gets to you, the truth shall set you free.

Well yes, but some numbers are, in fact, more important than others.

It's So, So Sad That...

The lone teardrop on thirty-four
Will never know what he was shed for


...(Because) she is so beautiful.

Punctuation is the Biggest Bitch I Know

The kid I once knew got smooshed by a jet engine.

You must be severely disturbed to think otherwise

Landon has been known to say things like:
I'm sorry I'm always keeping shit from you -- it's for your own good. Really. You don't want to know; I'm sorry you'll always think that you do.

"Love will tear us apart"

"I hope that when the world does end, I can breathe a sigh of relief -- because there will be so much to look forward to."

My increased detachment from reality
is making things more difficult than they ought to be.

Parking is from hell.

"We are losing them to apathy -- this...prescribed nonsense; they are slipping away."

Don't you slip away now.

Have You Ever Seen a Portal?

If you saw -- right in front of your eyes -- the path of your future,
you wouldn't be forced to follow it, but you'd sure as hell want to.
(So if you think about it, it's pretty much the same thing.)

She's No Clementine

"She's no clementine," I told him.

"Do I know this...Clementine," he asked in reply.

I laughed a little bit and said, "No, no, no. I was talking about the fruit."

You're So Delicate

I don't want to break you

I Speak a Dying Language

It's sad to say that I am a dying breed,
and that -- even worse -- I speak a dying language.

In all their ignorance, I still love them.
In all your ignorance, I still love you.
In all my ignorance, I still love me.

"The Press [Breaks] for Whichever Headline's Worse"

If you're going to keep reading this, I better post something good.

The only thing I've been concerned with for a while now is saving lives -- first and foremost, my own.

Cult Chicago!

This is to scare you.
Yes, you.
Don't think I don't know who you are.
I know everything about you, and everything you've been doing.
I laugh at your futile Google search(es).

You're concern is really losing its charm -- no longer is it making me laugh.

The Cutest Little Mouth

I'd Like to Drop-kick this Guy in the Head

I absolutely despise McCain, but -- at the very least least -- I'm glad he has sense enough to apologize for his idiot puppets when they do or say something entirely unnecessary and/or false.

This, my friends, is a short video of a man afflicted -- in the later, even more convoluted (if at all possible), stages of neoconservatism. Here's the bastard himself: Bill Cunningham.

I originally embedded the actual video here, but I didn't know how to keep it from auto-playing, so just follow this little link.

I know this may not even deserve to be posted (or, to receive our attention), but I found it quasi-comical.

It's Not in Me to Attack

She said to me, "If thoughtful is something you aren't, then don't try to be."

This isn't me having some new revelation,
And it's not hitting me harder than before.
I just feel like this has been here forever;
I swear, I just want us to be together.

Down, down, down, down,
Down, down,
Down,
Down
Where I always knew this was there,
I found myself -- struggling and gasping for air.

If these are just words, then so be it:
I'm sorry for everything -- perhaps my best isn't good enough.
Perhaps I've been tricking myself (like you may be, in other ways)
Into thinking that what I'm doing now is my best.
Yes, yes! That's definitely it.
I will change.
And no, it won't be something I'm not.

These are just words, and there is no hidden message.*



*Don't take that the wrong way and think this post doesn't mean anything,
Because it means the world.
This is me -- as I am -- right now,
In little blue letters.

If You Want to Know the Truth

My Linked Videos

In the Language of Metaphor

weare(the)travelersofthesoul

Q: Have you ever read a book so many times
the pages began to fall out?

A: My life.


I drive down the path of dégringolade once every ten thousand years.
And only then do I allow myself to subside.

I Contemplate Shit

I can't get anything done that I don't believe in.

No, I know...but it's really not as bad as it sounds.
It really isn't.
I promise.

Playing, Playing, Playing

I was taking a ride around the loop one day when I was randomly asked, by some girl in all purple, "Where can I sign up to be as cool as you are?"

"Thanks babe, gotta run."

Korean Babies Do It Better

Here's proof:

My Linked Videos

Special thanks to: Dirty Dan of PRP!

Promulgating Humanism

Think about falling asleep
You're there
Think about waking up
You're there
Arms
In my arms
You are there
"Good night"
Okay, everything will be
Asleep
Only to be awoken
By something new

And being able to tell you I love you
Like I've always wanted to

This Shit is Weak

Yeah, it's weak --
Weaker than anything I'd ever hoped to construct.
This blog is weak --
Weaker than the rhythm of the girls on the corner:
At least they knew what was coming when I sought her.
Taken aback by the strangeness of this moment,
I retreat from the keyboard that never liked me at all,
And contemplate picking out one of the doors
On the wall of the hall
To open up and jump into.
Because continuing to do things this way
Will only lead to more of this weak shit.

On Occasion, But Not Today

After a long pause, the boy concluded to her, "I'm just thinking."

As expected, she responded quickly, "I like thinking. We should think together."

A short break in conversation followed where he didn't know how to respond to what she had just said.

Eventually, the silence was broken when the girl asked, "What are you thinking about?"

This time, he replied rather quickly, "Everything, all at once."

"That must hurt your brain."

"On occasion, but not today."

"That's good."

And so it was...
very, very good

Baby, Save All Your Tears

I'm really not sure if my heart can keep
Pumping all this blood right out of me

The Over-Eavesdropping Tour

Like a serial liar on capitol hill
Getting all the king's men to down the next pill
Nobody really wants to know
But that doesn't mean this isn't a sardonic blow

Immature Heartbeats, Safe Beneath the City

I don't know why I'm in the songwriting mood lately:


Yeah, you've always liked to run out and into the fucking street
Just a little more than definitive gas leaks
And this why I don't need ya to baby or coddle me
Just let me be and you'll see the effects of this policy

As I've always said:
There's no such thing as an immature heartbeat.

Doors

Still have no trouble swinging open for me
So please don't be sorry

(I took a lesson from the dead and decided I needed to feed my head)

Could You Please...

...not read this blog.

You know who you are.

Click the white X in the top right-hand corner of your computer screen (it's the cute one that fits rather nicely in its orange box).

I might have to make this private again.

Notes on the State of the Union Address [January 28, 2008] -- "What a Chump"

He just said "rostrum."

You're definitely not working for the collective wisdom of ordinary citizens.

I agree, don't higher taxes...
Just stop spending our money on bullshit.
Make the tax relief permanent? (Lie.)
Here's something new, it's called fiscal responsibility.
DICK.

Earmarks?
Hmm...

Haha, ABC 7 has banner: How will history judge President Bush?

Close up: Hillary looks a little bit sedated

Obama looks pensive

Medical decisions
"Made in the privacy of your doctor's office, not in the halls of Congress"
You have a legitimate fear Mr. President...
Jimmy needs a heart transplant! Better call a joint session of Congress to vote: yay or nay?
Or, is it "nay or yay"
I can't remember

The old standby is to talk of the "successes" brought about by the underfunded NCLB

The man says, "...show our neighbors that democracy leads to a better life..."
That's the kind of sentence he gets off on

Talks about energy solutions
But does nothing
America is leading the world in development of cleaner and greener energy technology?
That's news to me

He talks about doubling the funding for research in the physical sciences
I'm afraid doubling doesn't do much, George.

Cheney is a weak ass clapper

This man has no right to talk about "unethical practices."

What the fuck?
"The constitution means what it says." Why, yes it does!
From your actions, it would seem as if you've never read it
Coulda fooled me

haha
Other programs are crunching our budget, eh?
Now it's the fault of the programs...and not the trillion dollar war

Now, Condoleezza is a little bit overzealous with her clapping
What kind of name is Condoleezza anyway?

"Advancing liberty in troubled regions of the world"
Oh, now I see what we've been doing all along
Silly me, I was still stuck on the "overthrowing governments for no real reason" thing...

Images that have sobered us?
What?

"The advance of liberty is opposed by extremists and terrorists"
"Stay on the offense keep up the pressure"
"Deliver justice to our enemies, the haters of freedom"

We refuse to live in tyranny?
Yes, we do!

We are "spreading the hope of freedom"
Ohhhh, that's what we're doin'!

Safe havens!
Safe havens!
Safe havens!

Protect the Iraqi people!
Yesss

F² = Flowing Forces

Wipe that fucking smirk off your face boy! (Dick...and now Bush too)

We are seeing results!
Finally!
It's too bad you can't keep a straight face...how the hell did this asshole get elected twice?
Oh, that's right...Gore and Kerry fucked up, royally. Oh, and yes, with a little help from Jeb.

"The numbers [of people dying at war] are down"
Well, that would be a lie actually...and he acts like saying they're "down" does something for the American people.

We're seeing some encouraging signs?
Speak for yourself bitch

Let us stay longer...
After all, we'd only be "emboldening the extremists by pulling out"

The holy land!
Palestinians!

A democratic Israel and a democratic Palestine shall stand side by side in peace...
Wait, what?

Tehran!
Hezbollah!
"We have no quarrel with you"

What is this? Talk of "coming clean?"
This little kiddo I know said this: But what about you, Mr. President?

We've had ample time for debate?
"The time to act is now!"
I don't think even he knows what he's talking about...

Apparently we (as a nation) are leading in a lot of stuff.
Awesome.

"Risking life and limb"

There's a lot of talk about caring for our troops going on...
"Care for our soldiers upon return"
This guy always gets the last laugh

He just said something along the lines of "fiscal responsibility"
:/

I said I'd be depressed after this one...
Can't wait till January 20th

A Lesson in Acquiescence

Pay no worship to the sun
Until your will is done.
Make that motherfucker run
Until your rights are won.

Pardon me, the title of this is a bit counterintuitive.

Trust Me, As I Trust You

If you trust me, you'll follow me (anywhere);
I trust you -- therefore, I'll follow you everywhere you go*.
We can do no wrong
Because (in the end), who are we, really?
What have we ever done wrong in this world?

In the beginning, who were we really?
I doubt we're that far off.

To paraphrase a brilliant mind:
Yeah, sure, I got close, but I'm sure it's too far...


*After all, any place you choose can't be that far off from where I'm going and where I've been

Pure Being & Human Drama ---------------------- Why I ♥ "I ♥ Huckabees"

A mix of quotes from the movie and my original ideas (some purposefully ridiculous, and some not):

I wish to be free to just exist.

"How am I not myself?"

"Drawn back into human drama"

"There are unique moments when two people can share the sorrow of existence."

Controlled chaos?

"The woods are hopeless. Don't waste your time, they will be destroyed. So will the marsh. It is a losing game mankind has played for more than a century. Sadness is what you are, do not deny it. The universe is a lonely place, a painful place. This is what we can share between us, period."

Physics against Metaphysics
Creation versus Destruction

As an architect, I plan on creating transcendental spaces that uplift the human spirit.

In spirit of fighting urban sprawl, burn down your local mall.

Sharing the sorrow(s) of existence with someone you love is the greatest thing.

There is No Veil of Objectivity Here

This is personal.
I am personal.
Make yourself more personal.
What have you got to lose?
Don't tell me your "job"...

Come Over Here and Dance with Me

I hope you don't belong to the class of people that seems to believe it's absurd to search for something you know you'll never find -- not only because it's absurd to believe there is nothing to be found, but because giving up the search leads to complacency and a general sense of hopeless acceptance towards the status quo.

If you do belong to this group, and do choose to regard the search as futile, please do so on grounds other than "there is nothing to find, and therefore nothing to search for." In response to those of you who occupy this sorry ground, I quote Kip when I say, "Napoleon, like anyone can even know that."

I know we'll never abandon the search.

...my critical intelligence tells me...

She told me I was the one who was hopeless because "all [I] ever do is point out the negative."
I adopted a ruefully patronizing tone and replied, "You are the one lacking hope."
In order to have hope for the future, one must comprehend what's wrong with the present -- and then work to correct what's wrong. True hope does not come to those who are blind to this concept: that hope must somehow be rooted in the context of today's shortcomings. If you don't understand what's wrong, how are you going to take the next step (and fix it)?

With your help,
I'll show the world how to make a hallowed dance floor.

You Trigger My Relapses

Nobody knows our bodies better
Than we do when we come together.

Nobody knows your body better than I do.
Yeah, that's why I'm always right on cue.

Nobody knows my body better than you.
Yeah, this is why you -- you trigger my relapses too.

My Aggregate Philosophy [Yours is Too Concerned with Specifics]

Anything the artist says
May be used against him;
Relying on readers' imaginations
(To have portentous eyes),
On their ability to read fairy-tales,
And to see that the white snow blinds.

But before we recant this artist's dirge
And roll back his vacant eyes,
We must see that he
Is not the perfect vessel
For my aggregate philosophy.

Mine is certainly undogmatic,
With diabolical intentions to feel
That this place is more than just land --
To scream, "I drew your name in the sand,"
And to feel the weight of the earth
After dark.

There's nothing wrong with preaching
If you've got something to say.
Just don't take it back; I know that you may.
You have the power to choose.
Choose correctly, and I shall set you free
From your weak specific(ation)s.
I will show you what it is to exist --
What it is to be.

Somehow, I know no one's going to have the nerve
To try and use this
Against me.

The Dracaena Root

Mother: It's already dead; I think I'm going to throw it away.

Me: Don't throw it away; I believe it can live again.

Mother: You know what, you're right; I won't throw it away.



Yes, I believe we can live again, too.

MoneyKills

I Agree With Conor...

Our freedom's a joke.

The Glory Behind the Grind

Seeing
definitely is
believing.
But seeing implies nothing about the use of one's eyes.
Naturally, just because someone has two working, human eyes
does not mean that they see
what I see.

Seeing definitely is believing;
it's got absolutely nothing to do with your eyes.
Feed your head, and open up your mind
to the glory beyond the grind.

Or, I should probably say:
Open up your mind to the glory behind the grind.

The Earth After Dark

As the Day Breathes, the Hour Leaves

This Isn't the Train Ride Home

I can't bring myself to stop remembering everything I've said in the past:

I had to scream it to you, and I'm sorry if it only made things worse.

I have been doing
And will continue to do it all
With you.

I'm sorry that's not true.

I love you with everything I have, with everything I am.

We're fucking strong, you and me;
And yet, I'm so, so sorry.

Let go, let go, let go with me.
We'll show them all how to breathe, baby.
Oh yeah, we will.
Let me in all the way,
And I'll bring you better days.
And I'll be there to let you in forever.

With Visibility at an All Time Low

Walk on the other side of the block for once...
Then cross over.

I create,
It's what I do.
And I'm good at it too.

In times of great tragedy and misfortune,
We sometimes bleed the same.
It's just sad that this is only brought about by a losing game.
In times of great progress and prosperity,
We ought to do the same.

With visibility at an all time low,
Nobody knows where to go.
I can't see but ten feet in front of my face;
I'll have to slow down my fucking pace.
Something tells me I'll be the only one (shouting),
Calling your name when the sun is done (pouting).

I'm Getting Better

I really am

It's all A-B-C and 1-2-3
When you're dealing with plain old jealousy as old as Cain and Abel.

A Letter to the Law-Abiding Drones of the Second Sun

Invited to Leave as The-Pattern-That-Doesn't-Repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

Passion got in the way

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

Passion always gets in the way

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I must have your attention, please

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am going to write a letter to the world

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I am the pattern that doesn't repeat

I've been invited to leave

But I still want to touch the other side

Karl Rove, What a Scumbag

We know everything about him.
We've plotted his past 7 years on a prayer-time graph:



The question still remains; are you a neocon?

I can't type this without laughing.
It's completely ridiculous.
I guess that's where I need help in order to take this sort of thing to the next level of satirical comedy.

Dear God,

Give the guy a heart attack, will ya?

Furthermore, the lesson here is (nonexistent) as simple as this: Ridiculousness doesn't know how to respond when you respond to it with more ridiculousness.

He told me that my graph said absolutely nothing, almost as if he truly felt I wasn't aware of that fact. (As I later found out, his understanding of this really was genuinely mistaken, which is terribly depressing.) I spent five minutes collecting the data needed to complete this project, and fully intended for it to be taken as lightly as possible (and as heavily as one might take their human rights being stripped from them), and he completely botched the intended effect and insulted my intelligence. I took him for a smart guy. (This is where he says, "See, you can be wrong too," and I respond with nothing but a glare.) As reality would have it, he isn't.

Oh, and who was I kidding when I said you have rights? I mean, really...what the hell was I trying to pull there? You have no rights. I can't believe I almost forgot. Almost...


The truly confusing part is how you still think I'm talking about the country we live in. You're really limited that way -- I hate to break it to ya.

'Tis the Time

'Tis, 'tis, 'tis,
'Tis the time,
'Tis the time
To rant and rhyme.

I think a lot but say very little when I pray;
I think it's better that way.

Madeline, brace yourself, you're coming with me.
You're my new writing utensil for the world to see.

Forced to sell
And bring you hell
Upon this rock --
To never turn back...
To never turn back...
To never turn back the clock.

Stand with people living on the edge of society;
You'll see your life's nothing more than propriety.

'Tis, 'tis, 'tis,
'Tis the time,
'Tis the time
To rant and rhyme.

If we don't come together now,
We too will be destroyed.
I am awesome;
You are awesome;
We are the social activists for a new zeitgeist.

Taxidermy

I'm a boy with a dream to fight the ocean for as long as I can see

"See, I'm a Dreamer Man"

There used to be a funny cartoon of Mitch Hedberg here. Sadly, it got taken down from YouTube.

"See, I'm a dreamer man. And when I was a cook, I'd always work with people who weren't dreamers. Like, I was cooking at this restaurant, and I put a hot dog on a grill, and my kitchen manager came over. And he said, "Mitch, put the hot dog up here in the right-hand corner of the grill, so in case you get a whole bunch of orders at once, you have all this space available. See, that's how I knew he wasn't a dreamer -- 'cause the day I give up my dreams is the day I have strategic grill locations. A dreamer has a philosophy: the entire grill is hot."

Retiring to the Cave

I said, "It isn't bloody Shakespeare"
It doesn't even feed off fear
It won't turn you awry
It will only make your eyes wide

Yeah, I'd say you're definitely more free
You're definitely more free
You're definitely more free than me
Yet you can't see what I see

Revive Me

Hope for the future within the context of the past

If I'm about to die, I sure as hell hope you have sense enough to not filibuster your decision to let me hear you scream, "I love you."

Occupying an impeccable lifestyle has never quite worked for me,
and I'm definitely glad it hasn't.

The somber menagerie of hopelessness lies within people like you.
You magnificent bastard...

Giants, Stuck In Reverse

It was the moment of my life

God Knows -- I Don't

I really do, though.


Lastly, I don't settle, and I don't want you to either.


(far from finished)

Bartskull In Hand

I don't know what I'm doing here.
I don't know why you're still here.
I've lost my ability to produce anything worth reading.
I've been torn between life and death since everyone came to me
For answers.

And after a few moments spent with me it ought to be apparent:
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I don't have any answers to give.
But what I do have is questions -- some so free that they'd make Jericho cringe.
Call me a proclaimer of false hope and idealistic illusions;
But if there's one thing I know, it's this...
There is nothing false about hope.

Bartskull in hand, I began my life
With a few of those godforsaken prejudices --
Prejudices (atypical) quickly eradicated by the wisdom of my disposition,
By the wisdom of my brief encounter(s) with eternity,
With what it means to be a part of something
More tragic and more beautiful and more hopeful
Than anything done by one man.

Somehow,
Someway,
Somehow
That was when I started to write things down.
Not truly because I felt I'd forget (everything I know),
But because I wanted to forget.
To forget all the things I never asked for.
I never wanted any thing.
All I've ever wanted is to be -- to exist
(In peace).

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Here's some worthwhile song lyrics for you.
"Lost Continent" by Thrice:


Was there a time that we knew peace;
When all the children had a place to sleep;
When rhetoric was not enough?

Was there a time we weren't at war;
When we knew what our hearts and hands were for?
I don't believe there ever was.

It's always been a lie,
A soothing lullaby;
We'll soon be swallowed by the sea.

Was there a time we looked around,
And do we really even want to know what's going down?
Well I think no one really does.

We'd rather close our eyes;
Sing soothing lullabies.
We'll soon be swallowed by the sea.

The water's rising now;
And we will surely drown,
If we don't turn around.

proving bullshit to be legit

Show me an untarnished character and I'll show you an adept actor (who tells stories with holes big enough to fly a 747 through)

Selected Dialogue from "Landon & Madeline" (Tentatively)

It's too bad you don't know the context in which this is said:


And like I always says to my moms, "It ain't that hard to make a sandwich -- just stick it between two slices of bread."


What's worse is that I don't even know the context.

You Asked For It, Baby

This is my attempt at being just like everybody else:


I said, "Start it up: make it a savior-call!"
Dragging us down here, forcing us through your walls.
Do away with the anchors 'cause I'm not making sense;
Just be the first one on the blog, and I'll pay your...
I'll pay your...
I'll pay your rent.

Oh, it's not hard to stay pretty when you do that thing.
No, it's not hard to stay pretty when you look like me.
So here's to war -- yeah, you asked for...
Yeah, you asked for...
You asked for me, for me
To sing.
To sing to you
Right now, right now, oh please
Sing to you underneath
The safe leaves of this tree, baby.

Maybe...

Though
In the end, I never say
Anything about eighty-eights -- no way.
All I know is that you don't need me to be.
You just need someone to keep your gates free.
Someone to be there
For you
When I go away.

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Zelda was originally a brick mason
That is, before she sold her soul to me.
Now she's the one out of a job -- how ironic.
Ironic.
How ironic that September brought the fall,
The fall of crime,
When people blamed themselves
Instead of picket lines.
I'm not saying that was a good thing.
I'm not saying "it's what the truth brings"
Because the truth doesn't bring
Any thing.

The truth doesn't bring any thing.
It brings everything.

I lied when I said I would "cut you a smile."
If you disobey me, you'll just stay awhile.
I'm really not that guy who knows of chance --
That guy you always knew was dead.
Dead inside to shots of power and smoke.

Shake up the beat,
Change the leads,
Make music.
Make it on the street, and call me
Cheap.
But I ain't got no explanation,
No explanation
For your shitty song citations
All I see is me
Breaking your beat
With their Hey Madeline's and Darling Dearest's.

So
I'm sorry you don't believe the things I do,
But now I've gotta feed me to the fire.
You always knew I'd never retire, much less stare down the Spire.
So
Here's to burning down the world
With not a wry smile
But instead
Wet eyes.


If you really think about it, I'd be surprised if this didn't make you cry.
It's so representative of everything,
Everything I'm not.

Landon Was Much Too Free

Perpetually together
Like "You're the Only One I Trust"

Back when the government was afraid of the people,
The people were a lot nicer

I searched the city ruins in vain
For anything that may have remained

Time is running out
The world will end

A man dedicated
To transcending space-time
Is a human entrusted
With the will of the gods

It's seven minutes to midnight
There's nothing becoming about an arms race
The end of the world
Also means the end of time
When you're in a nuclear arms race
With no finish line
But there is hope for the world
Far from being turned to cinders
It's "Hold On To Your Hearts"
Lie Awake and think
Bring the world away from the source of its affliction
And come to the conclusion that
People wish to live, (and)
That the essence
Is the true being of something
And that in order for me to save the world
You must first understand the deep relationship between
The physical
And the metaphysical
For as I said before...

Landon was much too free,
But nobody told me

Caught In a Squall

I flip the world inside out
With underwater clouds
And seaweed in the sky

So, you think we're ready to grow together?

Love and Hate: My Metaphysical World

I fall toward the center of the earth.
Explain why and how.
And like what do/dare I fall?

Here, there's a helluva lot more than matter and energy -- I'll tell ya that much.

Do we innately know what's right and what's wrong?

Do environments teach as much as you think they do?
Or, as little as you think they don't?

Human
I'll show you what it means to be one someday
Not today
And definitely not tomorrow
I've got a heavy list of appointments, starting with Kant
Lucky for those of you tuning in, McArdle's been saved for last
[Knowing my audience, someone's going to ask if there's a reason this part isn't punctuated. The answer is: No, there is not. Still, you're skeptical -- and rightfully so.]

It's no wonder he's last...'cause that little guy saved Latin.
What did you ever do?

You Never Know (With the USPS)

I'm the one who hates making money, remember?




"I don't know. I just don't know."
"...But, you never know."
"I know, baby. I know I never know."

And at the same time
I know it all
I know it all
I know it all the time

Hooked On (Being) Revolution(ary)

I'm feeling free in a land where it's not free to feel.

We're giving people an awful lot to think about.
I'm going to give you an awful lot to think about.

Hail Archimedes
and Newton
and me

It's Been Said Before That It Hurts

Dialogue from the movie Love Actually...


Daniel: So what's the problem, Sammy-o? Is it just Mum or is it something else? Maybe... school -- are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Can you give me any clues at all?

Sam: You really want to know?

Daniel: I really want to know.

Sam: Even though you won't be able to do anything to help?

Daniel: Even if that's the case, yeah.

Sam: Okay. Well, the truth is... actually... I'm in love.

Daniel: Sorry?

Sam: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is I'm in love and I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Daniel: Aren't you a bit young to be in love?

Sam: No.

Daniel: Oh, well, okay, right. Well, I mean, I'm a little relieved.

Sam: Why?

Daniel: Well, because I thought it would be something worse.

Sam: Worse than the total agony of being in love?

Daniel: Oh. No, you're right. Yeah, total agony.

There is nothing false about hope

Thumb Games and Tongue Games

I'm a boy obsessed
You're a girl oppressed
Hanging around on minds within our chests
Hearts
Gave rise to the signs of this war
Let's just hope we're a bit more than deformed

Three words:
The banquet room
Yeah, that's all you need to know
Or, for most of you, that's all you don't know about
So just run along now, don't choke on your way out

We've got some serious tongue games
S-s-some serious thumb games
Taking away all our pains
From the times when the Times got us down
But not down and out

Bye baby

Love. Always.
The not-so-clever fall-up kid painted rainbow,
also known as: your baby boy

You and Your Dial Tone

I can hear you breathing on the other end,
and that's all I need.
That's all I need.

"I need to keep you like this in my mind."

I already know you're stacked deep
with words of wisdom.

All we ever need is to know that someone's there.
So take a deep breath,
show me that you're here
with me
right now.

Do You Remember This?

"I wanted you to know that I didn't comment your picture because you commented mine.

I didn't know you had even left a comment yet, I was busy watching some of your profile videos.

I just wanted you to know.

I'm not one of those "pc4pc" type of girls.

I'm not one of those anything type of girls."

A Stillness and Sudden Hush

The arbiters of truth know not of recantation,
but of declaration and proclamation.

Riding Out a Good Trust Fund (Or Two)

Most of all, I have scarcely been
Waiting for someone to conform with,
Someone who's nothing like a sore myth.
Call me Mr. Mystery, and take me for a spin
In your cataclysmal showboat,
Making waves with dark, philanthropic coattails.

Churning Out Books

Letting go of my baby, my writing
It's nothing I could have tried last year

I read Shakespeare like I read myself: with a heavy dose of make-believe.

Ten Minutes:

I suppose I'll post this. It's old and semi-outdated, but not really:

And while, I admit, I may use the big picture -- the grand scheme of things -- to justify some of my biggest shortcomings as a human being, I don't believe this is a bad thing (in most respects). Too often, people become caught up in the now aspect of things -- the priorities (a mutilated word) -- and don't come to the realization that the now is part of their life, and that they will die one day...Is the general priority of now what they want to be doing? Is this what you want to be doing, reader? This is your life. This is now.

We're human beings, shit!
Act like one!
God (knows), our entire lives
throughout history
have become this sort of
dehumanizing machine
to the point where we don't know who we are anymore.
We are no longer
human.

When I say we, I am directing my attention at you.

There's no avoiding responsibility completely,
no matter how hard we try.
That's true in most ways,
and false in one.

In a lot of ways, I think we sort of need to uncivilize ourselves.
Think about it.

What does civilized mean (anymore) anyway?

How we are this way, in a "civilized world," is inhuman.

AMEN FOR PUSH-BUTTON PUBLISHING.

Sex Scene

411 for 2007

This ain't no Astoria column, you blundering dunce.

A world worse off than today
is hard to imagine, I know.
It would be like a fucking nightmare in high heels.

You say that my mind
it likes to splinter
from time to time,
and for some reason
I'll never be able
to change your mind.

SkyHugger

I like to hug the sky in my spare time.

There exists a certain excitement around a picture like this. It's of me standing outside on a man-made pedestal -- a dead-end platform with stairs leading to it. It's as if the sole purpose of this unconventional dais is to bring its climbers closer to the sky. I have my arms raised outward, an indistinguishable book in my left hand. Facing away from the camera, it appears as if I am hugging the sky. Perhaps I'm having a conversation with the clouds. Perhaps I'm preaching my worldly analysis to a group of eager listeners. Perhaps I'm speaking to no one. Or perhaps I'm not saying anything at all.

This picture wants to change the way people see the world. This picture longs to be seen by all. It has faith in what it can do for people, both as a piece of artwork and beyond. It yearns to make people think. It wishes to be placed where its true meaning can be communicated to people -- where its true colors will shine and not be misinterpreted. It wishes to make its permanent home somewhere that is as free as itself. This picture conveys freedom and believes it is only right that it be in a place where human beings are able to freely perceive it.

To tell you the truth, I don't even recall what I was doing on that thing, but that doesn't matter. In fact, the way that I don't remember (and continue to have theories of what I could have been doing on that plateau) only serves to sanctify this picture and its impact on people. For me, this picture has achieved its goal. It has made me think and see things differently. This picture has inspired me, in more ways than one, to drop-kick the sun (because it's not helping anyone).

Is this true? Is this fact?

The Answer is a Lie

This is to be a fractured, incoherent post:

The whole thing stems from people not being able to handle shit.
People can't handle other people who say what no one else has the guts to say.
And then these people say of the brave one: "Who does (s)he think (s)he is?"
Or, sometimes these people are called pompous or supercilious,
simply for saying what's on everyone's mind
(but nobody's willing to say, out of fear).
While many times they are pompous, just as many are
simply self-confident.

I would go so far as to say
the world's problems would be over if people were more self-confident.

People back down when you ask questions of them.
They get scared, and they avoid them.

And I will always wonder why I no longer wonder why (people are so stupid).

I breath seriousness, and I spit fire.
I challenge you to give up,
stare me in the eye,
and then call me a liar.

Their Savior Complex

There is no end
There is no end
There is no end
So watch me unwind

The Disaster Czar

Fighting fires never looked so safe

On Grounds of Comparison, You Lose

I'll paraphrase what you said because I think it means a lot:

He's being irrational. I tried to be reasonable with him, but he doesn't have a legit reason.
It ticks me off -- that he can just do whatever he wants because he's my dad.
But I'm okay, I'll be okay, I just need to -- I don't know -- go punch a wall or something.


We come together, baggage included.
Seeing through our pasts, we are able to forge a future that burns brighter,
a future fashioned out of everything that
has been.

Landon & Madeline

Nothing to do with title:
That Chomsky fellow was right...

They Like Their Nine-to-Five (Here)

Down that arsenic (now)

You know you want out

Sophistry is prevalent (here)

You know it, but don't show it

Craft a panorama (sometime)

You'll be surprised with what you'll find

Hey, This is Kinda Cute [Contradiction: The Only Way]

Eve didn't just want to know shit.
Eve didn't give a shit -- that's what it was.
And while I don't know what this means,
I'm pretty sure I know someone who does (you do).

I agree with my good friend:
Jesus of Nazareth was such a flaming faggot.
'Tis just nothing much you could have "got."

And I believe as Teddy said:
Woe be with the apple-eaters;
Take everything out of your head.

Goodbye: For a Very Long Time

Can't seem to knock my life off track
Can't handle a life that's so intact
Can't make you understand I'm back
Somehow you see I'm not outta whack
And that no, I never left

I-don't-know

I couldn't say the following with a straight face if your life depended on it (and much less my life):
I don't quite sit around formulating new pitches (to sell to anyone willing to listen) anymore.

The reason I don't isn't simple, but it's easy to understand at first glance: I have never done that, and I will never do that.

Sitting-around-formulating-new-pitches is for bitches.

Status Update #2

I've found a way
to make this waiting room
substantial enough for gloom
(and also friends like you).


I fucking hate this bullshit.

99¢ Song(s)

I wish you'd let me run myself into the ground
instead of constantly digging me out

I (just) wanna
I (just) wanna
I (just) wanna
breathe you in
and never have to exhale again

This is Private

"A farewell to arms" for the past one thousand years and
the future five thousand.
I'm pretty sure you're not getting in the way.
I'm not known for getting my revenge.
You shouldn't be reading this.

Like she said: Gift cards are too impersonal.
Like I said: I always have the last word?

I'm Feeling the Music (in My Soul)

I've almost mastered
the art of getting caught in the act on purpose
because, after all, no one wants to seem so serious.

Framing a new zeitgeist is always good,
considering not one of the past has been good.

What Things Grow When People Show?

By making you less naïve, I wouldn't be doing you a favor.
I'd be doing you an extreme disservice.

I have nothing in my legs to keep warm
Nothing in my legs
Nothing in my legs
Nothing
Nothing

"Everything must go"

Safe, Behind the Monitor

I don't need to explain how consciously attempting to ignore things in one's mind is a bad idea in the first place -- a bad idea because it doesn't work...it doesn't even work in theory, so how's it going to work in practice.
And I know all of you already know this, but...

There's no sense in trying to get someone off your mind --
not because it doesn't work but because you really don't want it to (work).
[Even though it'll never work in the first place.]



I feel safe behind a computer screen right now,
but I know that's far from the truth.
No, no, no...
Not glass, not miles, and certainly not words.
Nothing gets between me and you.

We are far from safe in the throes of you-know-what,
but we feel safer than ever before -- and that's because
we are
safer than ever.
If you believe it like we do, it becomes real.
[But only,
only,
only
if it's like we do.
Simply believing won't work for you.]

Leaning Towards Expatriation

"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal."

-- T.S. Eliot

My life is the most beautiful work of art you'll ever see.

The Game is Flawed

Genius sees the answer before the question

God must be a painter

When the world folds in on itself

I've lost my grip upon reality

With the Inception of Time

My voice grows (on you) with every word.

Besides us, there's no one else alive.

Static Secret

"I'm cold, I'm tired, I just ate burger king, and I really wanna listen to Fences...so, peace."

That's it for now.
Peace.

Disillusioned Misanthropes At Large

Sometimes I get into funks where I'd rather create my own world, and write my own shit, than get lost in someone else's.


Love. Always.
Wishing Sleep Wasn't Necessary

(I'm Sorry) I Fail to Be Cute on Command

They had the courage to write it all down
And ruin their lives because of it

Overrunning My Conscious Self

Person: My computer keeps kicking me off :|

Me: That's not good. Tell it to fuck off, maybe it will listen.

Person: Hahaha. Will do.

Me: Scream at it, so that your mom questions your sanity.

Person: She always does.

Me: That's probably because she's a little less than sane herself.

No Lie, True Story

Sleeping with books and incandescent hooks makes life a little more beautiful.

I am not the messenger.

Nothing But a Cult-Classic Boy?

I'd say a Chicago Catcher,
but it's probably a mix of both.

If I Can Help You, I Will

I keep telling you, "I think the legs of credibility are like completely undervalued."


I'm sorry, but...
I thought I told you to feed your head.
"I just haven't gotten around to it yet; I promise I will tomorrow."
That's what you keep telling me.
Listen to yourself and how ridiculous you sound sometimes.

The List:
You
You
You
You
You
You
You

As you can see, you were the only one on my list (of possible attendees).
Once I crossed out one of your multiple identities,
I was forced to strike them all
as my reminder that your credibility has been shot
(shot, just like mine, in the leg).

Never Out of Character, But Never In It Either

I don't
know what
keeps you
so distraught.
I said, "It's not me because..."
I'm nothing more than a strange thought
(played over and over, I case you forgot).
B-b-b-by now I'd say that
if you know, you know,
but if you don't, you don't.
So don't wrap yourself in this.
It'll only make you more amiss
than you've ever been.

I think we, we should be
capable of breaking free.
From the shadow of this screen
and the shade of naked trees.
All from underneath these broken leaves.

"Does that mean you're dead? Or just buried alive?"
And so I know it's nothing you'd contrive.
Only, only, only I
would write something so absurd
about the realm of croaking life
to the point where I don't know who's heard.

I swear I could write a book
on how you just gave me that look.

Weapon With a Conscience

If I'm the first weapon with a conscience,
you're the only one who knows about it.
And if you're the only one who knows,
I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now.
I've got some mighty secrets confided in you,
and you can't handle knowing you're the only one.
Based on your reaction, I'm beginning to have second thoughts
about my choice to inform you of your extreme relevance to me
(just when you thought you were getting a bit irrelevant).

I don't know what knowing-you're-the-only-one-who-knows has to do with your ability to handle knowing what you know.

When gravity's got you down, tell it to fuck off.




"The last time I called shotgun, we had rented a limo.
So I fucked up."

Jurisprudence.

Pretrial

I'm twisting the very fabric of space with my heavy tone now

I'm just here advising
with my sovereign ring

"My chest feels like it's going to cave in or something"

Well, I wouldn't really call it a good thing,
toying with someone's emotions like that

I'm pleased to say that
you impress the hell out of me

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't seem to keep my lies straight anymore
I know you've been quoted as saying that lies are crooked by nature
I highly disagree
My mistake

Post verdict

So Here's My Fucking Forecast of the Past (and for the Future)

"We'll Hit South Broadway in a Matter of Minutes"


The raindrops falling all around us
Make us feel like we're beyond gold.
The people chanting "you guys suck"
Make us want to do what we're told.
Dropping lines like an angry-old station
Makes me see that I'm growing old.
Tracing red fish like a fucking fiend
Makes me worry I've lost the mold.
You've never been so strange; I like it
Because now you've come to fold
In upon yourself -- I'll make warmth
So we can dream away the cold.
I swear that I've never been sick,
But changing over and under; I'm sold.
To the buyers, and all the sorry mothers,
I give you this: my starry-eyed stronghold.

And make sure the people of the world
Promise never
To be
Foretold.

Beneath the Spotlight, a Suicide Hotline

I'm sorry to hear you can't handle me making "jokes" of how we're better than everyone else. I parenthesize "jokes" because I'm not joking.

As you can see, I'm still in the business of being an "asshole" and acting like I'm "so much better than everyone else." This is why I'm not sorry I make you feel stupid when we talk.

Common sense and confidence, get some.

Listen bitch: I understand I'm completely ridiculous, but I'm still better off than you'll ever be.

The above is for an imaginary person.

The Out of Control Love Letter

I don't care what anyone says;
it's all for her.

I'm sorry that I'm leaning into the bullet now
but it's the only thing I know how to do.
It's the only thing I'll do to move.
Moving would probably feel pretty good right about now.
So maybe tonight, I'll make you weak.

(You really have no idea.)

I am the world's most powerful magnet.
You're the world's largest compass,
and yet you've never been affected negatively by me
(definitely, a lie).
In fact, when I'm around your mind only becomes more certain
that we've always pointed south.

I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
anything but the time from dawn till dusk
to tell you what you really mean to me.

It's all over when I retreat six degrees below the horizon?
No, no, babe, that's just a commonly held misconception
among people who don't know what it feels like
to not only feel every emotion at the same time
but to willingly accept that it doesn't get any better.
It doesn't get any better than moments like this,
when the stars fall for our affection
and scream out into the vacuum of space, "Pick me, I'm better!"

If my everyday life, thoughts, and actions were recorded in a book,
all the tears and the laughs would jump right off the page
to give you a kiss
because those tears and those laughs
wouldn't be alive without you.
If everything that's happening now went down in recorded history,
every ounce of truth in the words would tear themselves away
to give you a kiss.
Give you a kiss you'll never have to miss
because it's always been me baby.
It's always been me who decides every night.
The world ends when I say it ends.

Baby picked me 'cause I'm brighter than anyone.
(Poor little star had the wrong idea.)
Baby picks you because you're strung out on life.
They'll never feel the feelings that go along with being outside and looking in.
Not anymore.

Pointing south with a bad case of good judgment,
I whisper to you
that you won't go down alone.
I love you, and I can't do this on my own.

I don't like the sound of breaking glass;
and still, I subject myself to it every night
before I call to say, "Good night."

This never made sense to me either, but
we are that vacuum of space --
answering the wishes of all stars,
not just the bright ones.

"That Ain't No Etch-a-Sketch"

There is a difference between living frivolously
and taking life by the balls.
I really don't know what it is though.
Actually, come to think of it, that doesn't mean anything.
All I know is this:
These fictitious forces we call Fact and Fiction
don't hold weight in a place like this,
where conflicting messages tend to make it through
the first twenty gates of
approval.

Landon can't tell what it is she's doing to him (and neither can I)
unless he comes to understand life before her.
With writing, that can get a little tricky, to say the least.

The Third Turn of the Century

Keeping power in the hands of a few.

Burn the status quo and start from H2O.

Proving this conspiracy
is easier than trying to carry all of you on my back.
And yet they both accomplish the exact same thing.

Oversimplification isn't a good thing,
most of the time.

I can't concentrate.
The world is making it more difficult to concentrate
by the second.
By the world, I mean the world -- myself.

Ain't it a bitch how...
we won't remember any of this.

I think I'm going shovel shopping
because the world is in a heightened state of paranoia
(even though that doesn't make sense).
So get ready to run,
and don't forget your own shovel.

You're homesick.
I'm homesick.
We're all homesick over this massive loss of life.

I'm sorry, but I really must be going.
We'll talk later, okay?

I'm All Wet

"That's what she said."
"That's not what she said."
"Okay, maybe that's not what she said, but..."

Keeping the danger of the imminent fall of the free world
An ultra-concealed secret
Really isn't my job anymore.

I miss you.

"You're the best."
"No, you are."
":) We can be the best simultaneously."

I never really left,
but somehow I miss everyone.

I Plan On

Running crop circles around you
Chasing what I'm made of
Dreaming I was a poor bum
Eating everything I see
Showing you how to breathe
Falling below your waist now


I think it's the
Inabilities of which I have not been privy to
That make me
View the blood on our streets as a negative thing.

If I'm the cause of the way your life remains in pieces,
Know that the aftermath of a storm like this
Is a lot worse than anything you've ever felt before,
And that you should probably prepare for the heavy-breathing effect.

Destroying all reminders of her
Isn't going to do anything for
Your sanity.

Yeah, You Would Say That

You outlandish son of a bitch.

It's a little bit more than great
that I refer to him as Captain Cocksuck.

It's rather simple to ascertain
how statistically fucked I am
at this particular moment in time.

Don't make promises about burning houses to the ground.
Especially not to people who know you won't do it

I'm sorry.
I've always seen the writing on the wall.
I've always ignored it.
And I've always regretted that.

A life of (not so steady) turbulence,
paired with personal situations,
put into words
is what's making this/that moment possible:
brought to you by the intuitive idiots at "we've-got-you-by-the-balls incorporated."

To anyone who takes anything as a war of words,
be sure to know what the words mean
first.

You See? [I Am Not Well]

I'll build you a house out of my uncertain certainty,
strong enough to withstand the downers.
It'll provide shelter from the world,
so you can work in peace on your magnum opus.
Because it's hard to sink to the bottom of everything
when the world's got you tied to the surface.

If you don't like the house, you don't have to stay.
The people I get along with most hate the house.
Not because I hate the house, but because they hate the house.
That's really why we get along so well.
They weren't influenced by anyone outside themselves to hate the house,
and neither was I.
All of us would like to create a new house, but some have already started (and that includes me).

That is the rule, isn't it?
If you disagree with what's going on somewhere,
you reserve the right to leave.
So that's what we're doing,
leaving our bags behind and getting the fuck out of Dodge.
We're following a map of uncertain certainty that we all helped in drawing.

And it's really paradoxical because the thing we disagree with most is that, under the status quo, we're losing our right to do just that...we're losing our right to disagree, let alone form something new -- something to run to when shit hits the fan (which it already has). The time has come. God is knocking at our door and screaming, "What the fuck have you idiots done?!"

We're on our way out of that house, but that's not why we answer the door. We're not about to sit there and let these other morons pointlessly prolong their decision to not open the door. God's about to break that shit in anyway, so we might as well save him the trouble (and save a perfectly good door).

Sing it slow:
I've failed
to come up with
anything
truly innovative
in a long time,
but that's just
fine.

No one likes a guy without problems
(Telling them about his everyday life),
So don't worry because I've got plenty.
Pretty much everyone in the world's got it a lot worse.
I just decide to write about it, that's all.
That's all it's ever been.
That's all this is supposed to be.

But the Difference Between My Dog and GW Can Go Unsaid

So, my dog decided to shit all over the house today
All over the house
All under the house
All between the house
All throughout the house
Even on top of the house

He was gallivanting around and thought, "Hey, it would be fun to make doodoo all over this godforsaken house -- payback for my maltreatment as a member of this household. They don't even feed me properly. I think that's justification enough for such drastic measures. Perhaps they'll get the picture: If you don't take me for walks and give me doggy biscuits, I'll shit all over the place."

Yes, I bet he thought all that.
Scheming about in secret, all over the place.
Not revealing his intentions to the public (i.e. his owners).
Ha, sounds like the president.

We left the world behind
But we still look back
From time to time

Without Transistors, This Post Would Not Exist

My world, your world, our world
relies on transistors.
Isn't that depressing to think about?
That our world as we know it
would crumble, crash and burn,
without these little semiconductor devices
(invented 60 years ago by some Nobel Prize-winning blokes).

The transistor is at the heart of electronics.
There they are...
hanging out in our devices.
From cell phones to laptops,
to pretty much everything we interact with,
transistors -- billions of them --
are behind their operation.
They have become invisible.

I think it's safe to say we are dependent on them,
especially considering this:
"The world's chipmakers, who etch transistors into silicon, are today turning out close to ten million transistors per month for every man, woman, and child on the planet. That figure, in line with other estimates, comes from Gartner analyst Martin Reynolds."
And that excerpt is from a CNN article by Geoffrey Colvin, published on June 25, 2001.
Nearly six and a half years ago.
Imagine what the figures are today.


The article can be found here.

Taken on a Different, Lower Level Than Originally Intended

"Kids wielding words like weapons and brandishing ideas like axes."

All these little kids trying to do this nowadays,
especially through the whole myspace craze.
Don't be an asshole.

You know that when I say little kids
I don't mean people below a certain age.
I mean that anyone, any age (from birth till death),
can be unnecessarily idiotic when confronting situations.
Some people never see that their current methods of dealing with the "problems" of everyday life
are wrong, or at least less than mature.
The real mature, not some skewed definition you've come to see it as.

Don't wage a war of words on petty bullshit; but if you do,
at least have sense enough to wage a respectable one --
cross your t's, dot your i's, and spell things correctly.
Oh, and don't be an idiot about it.
And I can't really explain what that means.
Not in the sense that you either are or you aren't (an idiot),
but in the sense that...



If I'm going to war, you can be damn sure it's over something meaningful,
and that I'm going to win.

"Life shouldn't be...rocket science."

"There's Beauty in the Breakdown"

If this world fits you better than I fit you,
You're fucked.

Reinventing myself three times a day just isn't enough these days,
is it?
It was never enough, yet somehow she convinced me it was.
(But you already knew that was coming.)

Quit bubble wrapping your mishaps
and see that you should be burying them instead.

Pissed (Off) Philosophers

Dropping the useless divided between
what it is to feel
and what it is to think,
you have become real in a way not many have.

The bottomless cup
that is their disdain
and their love
for the human race.
It's quite beautiful to see.
Join in the fun.

XOOO

Did this happen in the nearby village
or was it in the village nearby?
Am I simply the suitable suitor
to bring down the crisis caused by
the people who've been at the helm for centuries?

Being referred to as "that boy" is really cute.

Don't talk about me using "was"
because you and me both know
I've always been this way.

I sold you for six bags of cowries.

Finally found, in the middle of everything,
baking some oatmeal cookies for you to enjoy.

I return with the remedy,
and now you're all better.

Here, truth gets a chance
in a different way than anywhere else.

Hey...
whatever helps you get through this doesn't matter,
so long as you're getting through as a good person,
a genuinely caring human being.

If I'm the cause of all this shit,
you've got a bone to pick with my manager
because I sure as hell don't talk to you little shits
anymore.

We've walked a great distance to find each other,
always meeting halfway.

You Sonuvabitch

"Why do you always concentrate on the negative?"
(Is he serious? I ask myself. Sadly, he is.)
I give a mocking laugh and respond quite eloquently,
"Shut the fuck up."

Experience Through the Grind

Experiences shape who we are.
But make no mistake:
We shape our experiences.


You choose.
Good or bad.
Except, it's not elementary anymore.
You are the decider
(Just like the president, haha -- sorry, I had to),
No one else.
Blame nothing (but yourself),
I do it all the time.

Thirteen Cheers for Forgetfulness

We built this chamber
We comprise this chamber
But we are not this chamber

Fuck being verbose
Fuck being succinct
Fuck being complete


Be transparent
You don't have anything to hide
(Goddamn politicians)

An Integral Part of the Risks Involved with Tomorrow

Don't sit there and tell me you're gonna "come along for the ride."
There would be no ride without you.

[I wish I could explain more of what that means, but I can't.
Neither today,
nor tomorrow.]

Contradiction is Out of Your Jurisdiction

It's gonna take more than this stupid world's depressing attitude
to silence us.
If you think anything you can offer is going to get us to shut up or sell out,
you're in for a lonely life.
And this should of course be seen as in-the-worst-way
because there is a best-side to everything
(just not anything you can pull).

"There's a world outside of my front door that gets off on being down."

Suck It

You have some bizarre, convoluted rationalizations for what you believe in.
And the reason you get mad at me when I tell you that
is because you know it's true and wish to switch the subject as soon as possible.
You took it the wrong way, just listen next time.
Because I know how we all have to be irrational from time to time (most of the time).
Your problem is that you didn't come up with those rationalizations
on your own.
You try to explain why there are holes in your belief(s)
by using what the masses have come up with over the ages,
the things they've used to convince themselves.
I wouldn't be saying all this if you told me honestly why you believe what you believe,
but you just can't do it.

Confront your delusion.
Thinking is the solution.

I think it's reached the point where its purpose has strayed too far from what it was originally meant to be.

A belief is only as good as it's believers.
I don't find very many good believers.
Submissive drones rather than insubordinate rebels.

There exists a religious mess.
Read a book, watch the "news" on television, look outside your window,
and come to the conclusion that no one is good.
Haha
That's funny on multiple levels.
Throughout history,
belief systems, institutions, and everything man-made
(over this thing we call "time") has been corrupted by members of society.
Considering our species' shitty track record,
I don't know if we can create something truly incorruptible.

Our idea -- or I should probably say my idea -- involves the inclusion of only a few people, selected by us.
And so the cycle continues...
the people of the world are invited.

Civil War (Mounted on More Than Insurgency)

"We're keeping the lid on a little bit
but the the day we leave anyway
it's all gonna blow up/explode"

You might as well get out now
because you're just wasting time and lives.

Absolute catastrophe.

Everything in Washington is a lie.

Misery accomplished.

Common Sense and Confidence

"I don't know" seems to be the theme of this lifetime.

I'll keep publishing this shit in the book of numbers
(holier than the forth book of the old testament)
so people will be able to quote me easier.

I Can('t) Wait

So tonight
I'll act as your mental anchor.
You'll be my heavy duty thermos.

Bridging the divide between our respective insecurities
will be the upper crust of our personalities.

no
no no
no no no!
You won't go down alone.

"Fuck Being a Fan: Live the Life"

He asked me, "What do you have to believe in?"



People have an obsession with fuck-ups.
And I'm a fuck-up.
So obsess over me, make me your god
because I'm the only one you know who says things like
"I love you."
And a bunch of other things you wish that you had thought up
instead of reading them here.

Idolization of other people (and imaginary people) is absurd and repulsive.

While we are beings that very much learn from example,
the problem that goes along with looking up to other people for truth and understanding in life
is that you begin to undermine yourself and your own abilities.
You are just as good as any of those other shits out there,
just doing what they do.
Even though you may not acknowledge it,
your actions show that you see them as (somehow) above you.
I think that if perhaps you didn't spend so much time worrying yourself with other people and what they're doing,
you'd have more time to actually do the things that they do,
instead of just dreaming about doing those things
and wishing to be that person.
If you really wanted to, you could be that person -- you could live the lifestyle they live
and be happy and confident in yourself.
Rather than seeing these people as some source of truth.
It's one thing to look up to someone respectfully, but it's another to let your infatuation with that person get in the way of your own progress as a human being.



If I am truly going to find anything
beyond the realm of the physical -- some higher being (the almighty tallest) --
it's going to be within the context of myself.
It's going to be in the love I receive from truly genuine people.
If I'm going to ever take that ever-so-annoying "leap of faith,"
(which implies being blind, by the way) then I am going to have to
revamp my current status of reason.
With my beliefs, and where I derive my hope from,
there are no inconsistencies, no gaps, no loopholes.
If you're going to find anything true,
please don't look to others for answers.
Go to yourselves.
Go to your relationships.
So, to answer your shitty question:
"What I have to believe in"
is the love for, and confidence in, myself and other people.
"That's more than most people have."
I was unaware, but that's what Truth herself told me.

I'm sorry I haven't cut the personification shits out of my skits
yet.
What the fuck am I doing?
Apologizing unnecessarily, again.

Before fear media and scare propaganda took over,
before the military industrial complex took over,
and even before corporations owned everything,
the world was still in the hands of idiot leaders.
They're just even more ridiculous today, that's all.

Don't tell me "that's just the way it is"
because that's not the way it has to be.
That mentality sucks, asshole.
This is beyond idealism.
The day we're no longer able to dream something bigger and better than this
is the day I cease to preach love and change.
Egregiously, that day will never come.
Or at least, it's not supposed to with imperfection at an all time high.

Please don't turn me into some fucking playing card.
And please don't deify me solely on the fact that my "words are pretty."
I'm really glad they are, but you're putting yourself down
by bringing me up, thinking I can do no wrong.
You should already know that
I'm just some dirty dude.
Who am I to tell you how life is?
I'm not
because this is not for you.

It's a Shame You Didn't Get the Memo

The sun goes on strike tomorrow,
and madness will cast a shadow
over the earth.
Getting into the lungs of all
un-reinventing humanity,
madness proceeds to make --
to make people scream out,
to make people love their loved ones,
to make people say what they want to say,
to make people do what they want to do,
to make people believe (there is a way to be good again),
to make people cry,
to make people run and sing at the same time,
to make people laugh until they die.
All with passion.

Discord on earth
(has never felt so good).
It's too bad the sun had to
die for a day
to get all of this to fall into place
the way it should have
a long time ago.

I hesitate to pen this part
because I know it's going to kill your high
on the goodness of humanity
like it killed mine
the morning after the day it happened.
The sun, it rose.
And it was as if the day before
never happened.
I don't want to say it, but I have to:
It's so fitting of the way we are.

I'm beating you into submission
just to get these words through to you.
But this isn't my explanation of all that is real.
This merely exists for no reason other than describing what it's like
to never leave the safety and comfort of revolving doors
(If you've never been through one,
you most certainly don't live in reality).
Where I come from, people use revolving doors like they lie to their friends.
It's convenient to run in circles and never have to leave or change.
Since when has it been convenient to lie to your friends?
I don't know, that's just what word-on-the-street says.

All the signs you should have read,
all the girls you could have kissed,
all the lives you undoubtedly missed,
all the opportunities you let slip...
they don't matter anyway
because you never bothered to make your words eternal
by implementing them into your personality.

Everyone does their own reinvention,
which is why so many of you are marked as worn-out,
damaged bodies and minds.
I'm alright though because, the way I see it,
I'm set for life.
I just took out six birds with one bullet.
Not only is that unheard of,
it's also a lie
like nothing that's come out of my mouth before.

I'm sorry.
I really can't go through with it.
No, no, no -- not today, or tomorrow.
Listen, it's not your problem.
I'm just having a little trouble
dissolving
into the proper receptacle.

This Ain't No Fucking Quota

Tomorrow,
there will be twenty-five new posts
Good posts
Currently, I have 189 drafts -- only 145 of which are useful.

this is the purpose of a blog,
is it not?

seriously though, good shit tomorrow
not some shoddy five-bit piece of shit you can find in a library
with shelves
who needs em?
libraries, i mean

the truth is
i've always been this dirty
now, either i've done good job of hiding it,
or you've done a shitty job of picking your friends

i'm no friend
not the kind you want
anyway

In Between My Censored (Intake) Manifold

I said I didn't need anything you could
give,
but I think it's pretty obvious I need
everything
you
got.

Cash is not king.
Not here.
Excuse me? --
This withdrawn person needs a comprehensive psychiatric evaluation
to figure out why he comes off as such a pompous asshole to everyone.
This isn't you, don't worry.

It's the world that's caught up
with "strange thoughts and words,"
not me.
To me, this -- all of this --
is foreign.

Knowing what I know now,
I'm confident I can show you how;
We'll never know unless we try.

You've got an aversion to words.
I've got an aversion to escalators.

Zionsville, Our La La Land [Some Sort of Sick Joke]

If you didn't make the tune,
you can't sing the song.
Not very well, anyway.

The baby boy in my headlights
didn't know what to do.
He'd become so attached,
so strung out on you.

And that was the last thing I saw
before I went to sleep
for the rest of my life.
I saw the refection of your face
staring up at me from the puddle,
made by anything but tears.

Fuck ig farben
and the nazi war machine!
Fuck capitalization
and it's false promises for the future.
Fuck you
and fuck you too!
I sincerely hope this isn't some sort of sick joke.

Thank you.

The Facts That Lie (?)

It's all here -- the whole story -- it's all here.
Somewhere around here.
It's up to you to put it together for yourself.

The problem
is that not enough people
seek
the facts
that lie
just beyond the scope
of vision (seen without an external aide or guide).
After all, who likes getting up from the couch
to change the television channel
when you've got an easy-to-use remote.
Lack of intelligence.
(Now, I'm probably being too nice.)

I'm definitely being too nice.

Honestly though...
the problem
is that few people
seek
the facts
that lie
right in front
of their fucking eyes.
And that's just disgusting, when you think about it.
That's like ignoring a firsthand warning from a reliable source
that the world ends tomorrow, and not saying goodbye to anyone --
not changing the status quo of your life at all.
Complete ignorance.
(Now, I'm being frankly honest.)

Facts don't lie**


**You'll never know unless you find 'em on your own.

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From the Founding Fathers to the Police State

Let us take it back to the days when you could dissent in the United States without masses of idiots (brainwashed over the ages, as a result of this bullshit) labeling you as "unpatriotic" when you did.


"I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come"

We All Know of the Wealthy, Perverted Illuminati

Just thought I'd post a fairly short, very credible video.

My Linked Videos

We're Obsessed With Falling Apart

I don't think this makes sense,
but I want to see you cry, in the best way.

I really can't help it.

Perhaps I'll profess my love for you on the moon
because, I don't know about you, but gravity really pisses me off.

I'm obsessed with falling apart,
and I'm better because of it.

Need Me Some Orange Pants [Wicked Witticism]

"Thank you very much, Miss Lippy!"


My macaroni necklace.
"I'll tell 'em I'm wearing it because
'this amazing girl made it for me,
and she's definitely more awesome than you'll ever be.'"

"That was pretty fierce."
"You're fierce tonight."
"Yeah, you're fuckin' fierce dude."
"Fuckin' fierce."

You use words like fierce
and that basically constitutes
savant status.

Try Enumerating Everything and See How You Turn Out

I can't keep this connection
long enough
for you to scribble down everything we're gonna be
to the world.




Anyone, other than you,
(attempting something as mad as compiling a physical list)
would undoubtedly turn out like Rudy Giuliani.

Open Up (and Take a Look)

So far away...

...but I need to know.

What I say, and how I say it, doesn't matter.
I could say, "I wanna fuck a dog in the ass,"
and it would still have more meaning than
anything you could say.

This is simple. I think more than you.
There is a train behind my every word.
And I'd really like to know what's behind yours.

This message is long overdue:
You don't understand words like do.

This Whole Situation

"Lacking sights, alive in sound.
I am Nick's inherited sense of fortitude.
Let the Glory stream in, all abound."


So it goes a little something like this...

This lifetime,
this culmination,
these eighteen years in this
House.

Maybe that's
the great tragedy,
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.
It's really giving me all the inspiration
in the world
right now.

But he doesn't see things the way I do.
And if it wasn't for him not seeing things as I do,
I wouldn't be the way I am
tobehonest.
Like I said, he just thinks I think he did a lousy job (one-sided),
and he doesn't have much self-confidence in this area either
(which annoys the hell out of me because he should).
It's affecting his psyche in a way that it's not affecting mine.
This is one of the breaks between us, the symbolic strait
that shatters any communication between us
like a fucking frag grenade might (not).
We are on two completely different planes of understanding --
a spoon and a penguin.
Which one is which
is irrelevant.

As I've said before, and I'll say it again,
I see all the angles -- and I have the guts to play every one of 'em.
He thinks things are 50/50, and says this is all
very simple.
He can't see through the last eighteen years to ascertain that
there is more than one component to a puzzle,
to this puzzle (that's not what it is though).
And even if he could see more than one angle,
I highly doubt he'd have the
fortitude --the fucking raw, passionate guts --
to play more than one (at a time).

I am emotionally (un)stable in the best way
and I really can't explain it here.
But you guys know what I mean.
I can deal.

You really know you're fucked/bad ass when you're quoting yourself.
I'm a fucked bad ass.

The Madness That Supervenes

We don't need that shit babe.
We don't need that shit.

Although, the madness wouldn't really "supervene" anyway,
seeing as it's not unexpected.
You've come to realize and expect it because you know
that it changes everything.

We don't wanna give hysteria more firepower
than it's already gained over the past two hundred thirty-one years
(that's just a joke, this has nothing to do with politics).
We can certainly wait for the madness that...ensues...
the day after that shit goes down.
And the one after that,
and the one after that.

You don't need that now; I don't need that now.
(We've got a much bigger issue to deal with -- time spent.)
We don't need that shit babe.
We don't need that shit.

Status Update #1

I'm drawing you
a blueprint
to my house,
so you can
break in easier.

Solid Gold Shit Showed Me How to Breathe

I need an organic garden hose.
Stat!
I'll show you why in two seconds,
just hurry up!

I told him, "I frequently take time-outs."
He replied, "You would, you lazy bum."
Haha.
That's just it, right there: why nobody -- especially idiots like that --
will ever comprehend what I mean by time-out
(when I say it like that).
Part of the problem with him is that he's never taken any time
out
in his entire life.
He's twenty-two now, and I think he's just realizing that he's
missed
a lot of shit -- opportunities that don't come around too often.

A brief suspension of activity,
fuck that.
Time-outs are some of my most productive hours spent.
And as you can tell,
I take a lot of time-outs.

I'll make this
way worse
than you know.
I'll show you
what it is
to truly breathe.

I'll be sure to post something on activities one could do to save the world
when your whole life's a time-out.

Next Time

I think I'm gonna pick up the pieces,
or make some new ones,
and put myself back together
so I can fall apart the right way
next time.

I'm trying to do this right -- I'm trying to write this right --
but my computer keys really aren't cooperating (with me, right now);
they're really not helping (at all).

The Ravenous Vortex

I'll never leave
if I keep on
flying in
to where I
just flew from.

My creativity has never failed me
It has disappointed me (many times),
but it's never failed me.
And I know it never will.
"My mind's not a well, it won't run dry."

And if I lose it all
in this sieve, it's no big deal.
(Because) I can just rewrite it,
but most likely, I'll create something new.
The difference between this and other things
is that I am not doomed to be repeated,
no matter how much is seems
that way.

I'll never leave
if I keep on
flying in
to where I
just flew from.

Homesick

You packed me in a brown box,
And marked the destination "tomorrow."
That was all okay.
But you forgot something.
You forgot to mark me "fragile."
Well, not me, but the brown box.
As a result, it's contents have been destroyed.
The good thing is...well, there is no good thing.

We'll Tusk Like Narwhals

Yes, we will

Otay...

Person: why do u keep saying otay from the little rascals

Me: "Otay" is not from The Little Rascals. It's from the mouths of millions of little children around the planet.

Person: also from the little rascals. ur not little or a child then n u still say it. why

Me: I am a little kid. A baby boy with lots of little toys.

It's Not Me

I relate myself to every situation
(by using "I" and every other pronoun imaginable, even CG: neo-HDT);
I hope you know I don't write half the shit I put up here
(I just reiterate it, haha, the sweat of the proletariat).

"I can't do everything I want to do!" (that is fucked up, "Why not?")
"Not enough time, and unnecessary obligations
that do nothing to perpetuate my happiness
as a human being -- if anything, this make me unhappy --
the fact that I feel this way, and the fact that I'm expressing it to you."
Yeah, that is fucked up -- drop it all and do it all!
[Thankfully, I haven't been taken seriously,
or else we'd have quite a mess on our hands and in our heads.]

Some of this shit gets too eloquent; people don't think I wrote it.
I do write everything; I lied earlier (but not to you, never to you. laugh.)
Remember -- if you're having fun, your audience will too.