33% humor 33% non-fiction 33% science fiction
-although what for which is just mostly speculation
and the rest is...experimental
no more of this depressed bullshit
enough is enough
it's time to stop being a pussy...
no matter what shit is thrown at you,
no matter how tired and sleep deprived you are,
the sun rises every morning
go take a shower
take a 10 minute nap
make a 16 ounce turkish black coffee
shrug it off
and if that doesn't work that day,
the sun rises every morning
the sun rises
and the sun will soon set
...seems to be....inconceivable!
like a guy with low sperm count wearing really tight jeans
and a woman with a womb waiting to be cleaned
banger banger banger
hanger hanger hanger
got em' really cheap from walmart for $2.99
along with a doughnut and a carton of marlboro lights
my skin got dry so i switched to menthol to soothe the burn
and now my thoughts are like my words
whatever, the highs worth it
can't shrug the lethargic weight off my shoulders/ more like a fucking boulder/ that slipped and fell that i tripped over/ cracked my skull into three then went on and listened to unplugged and bleach/ paranoia's a bummer/ and polly's allergic to crackers/ i gave her three and she flew around and then came right after/ i wish i knew how to write/ and to love/ but when your not really alive/ and just killing time/ it doesn't matter/ "peace" i say to the dark face that stands above my eyes/ into my brain matter making shit matter into long significance/ inconsiderate/ moderately sunken/ if i really wanted to number importance from a to b i'd quit my job/ i know how to live so don't tell me that i'm wrong/ eating scraps of onions in a bag under my sink/ no milk so i poured water in my coffee to make the grinds sink/ bon appetite/ too bad food stamps aren't edible/ because i'm tired of eating this same cereal for the third fucking week/ i should really get my one hour of sleep/ obese people are waiting for me to come in and kiss their feet/ hello! welcome to __. where would you like to sit?/ under a vent/ no? your money's well spent/ yeah, the water is free/ but the lemon's not/ not kidding when i say that everything around us is just a soft spoken algorithm/ welcome to life/ blank faces with blank stares burning emotions with worthless hymns of misunderstood tokens/ this is why i choose to kill time/ not because of the format of the play/ but because the sequeal's probably gonna be really fucking gay/ no way!/ let's say our goodbyes/ no more in lines and repeats/ just sullen speech/ i'll see you later/ and if i don't say hi to mom/ tell jesus i loved him/ and me that i wish i wrote better requiems in this crappy song
but it also repeats...
so when something bad and condescending happens, find comfort in the fact of how it will probably happen many, many, more times in the future!
"Anyways, what's up? How are we doing today?"
-nothing much. work school work school work school and the usual empty nothingness in between.
"Cool, cool. I understand. And Tameria, how does that make you feel?"
-ha, like i'd tell you!
"These sessions are $50 dollars an hour and we only have 20 minutes left. Please, the only person you are hurting is yourself. I see that last weeks' session on the proper usage of sarcastic remarks has not sunk in yet."
"(Chuckle) Ha yeah, well then, moving on....Can you tell me about your progress on the empty nothingness in between?"
-what a fucking hypocrite!
"Language, please language Tameria..."
when the session ended i looked in the mirror and my therapist asked me out on a date telling me how he'd be able to compensate for the void in my life. he told me that him and freud discussed my affair with oedipus and jung and this new variant he was about to impose would probably be the best solution for me right now.
i got surprised, not because he knew more about me than i do about myself, but the fact that he told me this after the session has ended.
-wait, why did you tell me after the session was over? why didn't you tell me before? we were sitting there for 15 minutes in silence while you were trying to figure out the sudoku from today's newspaper. if i go out with you tonight, won't you be losing $50?
"Tameria, why do I have to keep on telling you: our therapy sessions are not what have you been paying me for"
obsolete disconnected content
i win to disregard whatever is around me
and when my nerve endings cease to make
anymore connections between pain and pleasure,
i crack my spine and make it all better
Jimmy, phantom of what i want when my hand
is frigid and stiff
and when my mind is full of useless shit
when i want to go explore the woods
and go canoeing through the oceans
cause that's the kind of stuff
you can't do alone
nothing is impossible,
but you can't,
you can't do it alone
part two is like a latter of complaints
i rise, i fall and wade in dirty pond water
until i see something beautiful
like a swan,
to help me make myself feel better
and to validate the reason of why i came there in the first place
and finally i go to the shore and take out the lunch i packed
a stale bologna sandwich covered in sand;
i chew, and it scrapes away at my teeth,
and adds more texture to my sandwich...
and then i sit there,
looking at the dimly pink and orange sunset
i start to wish i had ham instead of bologna
and then sugar instead of sand
all the while all the swan flap their wings
and gracefully splash all the pondwater around them
floating, in a perpeptual daze...
they seem majestic and for a moment i start to really honor the animal
who nonchantly wades through life, who at the same time is able to so
perfectly blend into all the beauty that none of us can ever seem to be able
to identify ourselves with
loving you is like...
oh wait never mind i'm not in/out of love with anyone :)
if you have ever had your heart broken and felt absolutely no relief,high,or climax from reading that then...
sorry to "break it" to you but you've never really had your heart broken ;)
panicking, then finding it laying in your room and immediately getting a meth-like high right after.
drugs are like life the best ones can't be bought ;D
your welcome & you can always find me near 5th and 6th from 12 - 3 AM.
thank you and come again!
sometimes no work of poetry or art can describe
a feeling of just simply wanting to say
let's go back to basics
i'll punch you in the face
i'll rip out your hair and eyes and teeth and use them as jewelry around my sleeve
oh how much i love you! every part of yourself you've given me! your brown eyes and bleached teeth - you make me look so chic!
i don't care that your veins and enamel and sticky hair styling products are ruining all my long-sleeved clothes
i'd rather wear you now and save my expensive jewelry for more formal and important events -
my heart's made of gold