Two by two they come through here, marching, singing, swearing. Waving a banner and expecting free lunches. When it gets dark I'll turn the lights out and they'll expect a bedtime story.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Naked from the waist everywhere
I don't like getting home and finding you like that, finding you in the middle of something like that. Someone like that.
you'll have tall, handsome sons
meiotic cell reproduction is twice as sexy as mitosis. but you wouldn't know dick about sexy, buddy.
Half Sentry
i like to try out new things that i haven't tried out before, like water polo. i always wanted to know how the horses could swim with people on their backs.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
brunch is breakfast with liquor
what a night this is turning out to be. everyone is doing so well. everyone is failing to disappoint. all over the world, people are doing good. just good, good, and more good. so much good that the good is doubling over into doubly good. super super super good. i want to smile more, that's how good. good good good good good good good good good. i typed all those letter by letter instead of pasting because that's just how good good good this night has turned out to be. so good. the good, the good, the good. i even got good cards. i even talked to the spirits of the dead.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bent Lightyear
Sure. Sure, you can look at it from many angles. But how many ways can you look at it from the same angle? Can you remain at one vantage point but see differentses? The differences will round you.
Simultaneous bastards
All i hear is a static, a fuzz, blanketing everything. Same when i wake up or when i go to sleep. Same static when i'm alone or when i'm around people. Same static when people hurt me. Same static when i hurt people.
ok, i'll admit that i really don't understand
when i pray, i think i really am talking to god but that he's not listening because he already knows what i'm going to say and has already turned me down. i'm not even asking for anything.
death is the road to mortality
when you think about your parents dying, it really runs the gamut. it's not just that they gave you life, but they've got that lockbox with all your papers in it. you can't be trusted with those papers.
what, you think a safety deposit box will do? get real.
your voice fades as you walk away
If you're not gonna join the bandwagon, i'm not gonna join either. Get it? That's what i like about you. You're willing to go there with me. We wanna visit that country, but we don't wanna live there.
i lost my politician to a virginity
"are you ok?" "are you ok?" "are you ok?"
simper simper simper.
dandy fucking daisy fucking pansy fucking trampoline.
grinding against each other in the bathroom upstairs
No matter how much I hear about the circular nature of the universe, it still pleases me to think of everything in a straight line, a single dimension that stretches out forever without recursing.
I think of you ending every time.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
lust is my favorite narcotic
i wandered down the brick road barefoot. my soles turned brown to brown to brown to black to bloody to worn to bloody to black to frozen to falling clean off. i felt bad i'd lopped off his hands. i just wish he'd left a note.
Song Against Sex
if you put the magnets out, your muscles realign to magnetic north. i wanna show you my leg, like the lady with the super friends. i wanna hang out by the escalator.
it was days later, and i forgot my skirt. sometimes i just walk around going 'how much enough is enough?'
mouthbreather
she says it's fine and we need to stop worrying about the money. i really want my roommate mark, he's got these eloquent powers. i don't want to exploit that. i honestly think i see shadows and things. i was like, ok. she goes, she's saying, she's just saying stop crying. that's all i got. next day i realize i would cry all the time about my grandma. like once or twice a week. she died of really real heartbreak, so it's like i always cry. it's like..maybe. shut your trap.
it's class, class incarnate.
deconstruction
Sometimes if I'm at a bar and a girl asks me for my number I'll give her a number that's one digit off, and wonder if she'll make the necessary mistake.
a Triumph of man over nature
Times were a lot different back then. You could say certain things you can't say now, you could do certain things. I'm not saying it was better, by any means, but it was certainly different. Women, for instance.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Keep your hat on
When they said "We don't think she'll make it" I went outside for a tall glass of orange juice. I prefer "Some Pulp" and "Not From Concentrate". I yawned two or three times. The everclear was starting to kick in but wasn't nearly enough to make me forget. I went back inside and forgot what we were talking about.
Between 1 and 300 minutes
Just let me remove this sign that says "don't talk to me at all" and we'll continue our conversation.
Placid Paradise
The third one in a row came by and I knew something was wrong, but I never knew how deep it would go, how thoroughly it would change me and everyone I knew in that place. Everything is so awful now.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Better than you
if i could've told you the tree was going to fall, i would have. as it is, your roof needed replacing anyway. it's not my fault you cancelled your insurance. it's not my fault your children were upstairs.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
the most destructive thing
Screaming as you enter, wrecking months of plans, a beautiful screaming bitch, your Wilhelm shakes me baby.
Friday, June 13, 2008
I remind you of someone
Something about you brings me a little pain. Stick your key in my ignition. I will minister to you to everyone to everything you can think of. Whats that you say. Whats that you're carrying. Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to, little duckling. Don't expect an easy life and don't bring your troubles to a dark man's door.
Alphabet Soup
What he said wasn't necessarily vulgar. It wasn't necessarily rude, or crude, or incessant, or incessant. What I told him wasn't necessarily ok, it wasn't necessarily out loud. What he said wasn't necessarily the right thing, wasn't necessarily necessary. It wasn't like a peaceful man in a tie-dyed shirt. It was along the lines of a priest screaming at a defrocking convention. There are black holes in space, and there are evil people who walk the earth.
They decide what they become, the black holes. The evil people, they're the ones who are already chosen.
They decide what they become, the black holes. The evil people, they're the ones who are already chosen.
Incoherent rage
There's a place inside all of us, a dark little hole that we try to fill with images and sound. That hole don't fill, son.
Nothing like some Thai food after a hard move.
the snake was in the shake. the shake was in the lake. the lake was choppy. the float, the capsize, the dulcet tones of a whining anorexic.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
A duck in a jet engine
- Strapped to a jet engine
- Sucked through like a duck
- Tortured with chocolates
- Lost
- An oar for an arm
- Help with the rafting
- Tears may be sudden
- A clambake is nigh
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