We observe three definite states of being:

Asleep,

Mildly content,

And furious, scratching your ****** EYES out

Sometimes I get so lonely
At 3 when it is only
Myself, the dark, and the stars
But I can't even see them because of the ******* clouds

One of my most dangerous hobbies.

Last night it led me to a cliff,
Gave me the option to jump and placed a shiny Saturn V in the crevice

It clutched at my throat, roasted anxiety in my eyes,
With the thought of losing you

Helplessness clogged my ears,
"You can't protect him from himself"
It hissed

"You lie to your mirror. You're just another idiot"
It sputtered

"Nothing can save you from yourself"
It laughed

But today thinking turned a mellow friend
His on-and-off companion, reason, tore through the glaciers of concern

"You can't always protect him,
You can't try to 'fix' him
He asks only for a shoulder and an ear
You can provide a moment of happines and
Sometimes that's the best anyone could ask for"
It spoke

And

"Of course you're smart, you little ****."

Oh, your project's due tomorrow!

We should call it logic

My mind preaches things I'd never believe

And my brain warps the thought to make me think I do

I see you in the distance, happily hoisting up a ****

"Hey, this one looks like your mother!"

I think he conned us

My biggest fan
Is like a breath of fresh air,
Circulates the same conversation and
Knows when to cool down, but
Likes to talk in circles

It's a ******* fan.

But I just ended up back where I started.

And how many more will be titled "American Pride"

that's when you end up trying to nail jello to a tree

An extra hour doesn't mean a whole lot anymore

One of those fabulous shiny magenta ones that curls around your wrist when you smack it

Body

I could pick it out
In a crowd of a thousand
Where the other thousand are Kermit the Frog

I don't give two ***** about how I look.
Noticeably.
Face is like a spring bloom,
Except all the blooms are reddish, bursting, bleeding buds.
My head is everywhere rounded:
Pictures accentuate the impeccable sphere.
So what?

But I tell you,
When waiters give me kiddie menus without a second thought,
They better not ******* forget the crayons.

Is like a songbird
Flying headfirst into a glass window

And yet I'm so ******* far away

let it happen quickly.



So that I don't have time to think about it.

The hell if I know.

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OR BRING ME a nice cup of tea, extra honey.


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What we need is a sarcasm font.

But we'll wake up one morning completely alive.

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