I can't predict people
Or what kind of thing they might do
I always think they will put on their hat
Right when they take off their shoe

One of the luckiest things
To realize it's a nice dream
Yet stay asleep and keep in

I love his lyrics
I love his music
I love his charisma
Or whatever that
******* is
That makes me love

Many attributes must be noticed by others
To convey advantage
But not cleverness

Definitely not
Fastest
Strongest
Handsomest
Smartest
Or even too clever but
The nicest must be clever enough
Because like those other ests
It must be noticed and noted
To pay off

Dog *****
Cat barfs
Child wins

I want to yell
About LOVE
And preach
That working hard
For something besides justice
Makes you a *******

But I know
I must get over it
And back
To my doom preparations

Silliness is my chosen mode for doom
Seriousness leads back to
The desire
To yell and preach
And the thought
I should fix things
But who's ever done that?

So boing boing
Zoom zoom
Nani nani twirl
Let me and my desires
Dissolve into the swirl

I was possessed by a spirit as a child
His desires and style still echo through my halls
If I I know he would laugh at something
Then my self laughs.
I desire what my self knows
He ought to desire.
Driving his robot,
Missing the spirit.

Every empire crumbles eventually
Nobody's good luck streak goes forever anyway
I guess we just wanted to hit
The fast forward button

A yes-nonsense guy

Striving
In the swirl

Safest bets in grayest grey
Usually (never always)
There's more depth
Of uncertainty to the situation
Than one knows
And more than the more
And more than the more
Than the more
Than the more

Upon having an angry voice
Pointed at him,
He resolved
To rehalve his efforts

To no avail

Here's to the smiles that I didn't place in duty,
The ones whose corners didn't need to be hiked up.
The ones that weren't made up to be seen,
But made themselves from feelings inside.
Insecure eyes didn't ask for them,
To ensure approval.

I'm grateful for each of these smiles that flew out because I was pleased.
My soul was pleased,
My meat was pleased,
My funnybone was tickled,
Or some way my brain enjoyed his situation.

Never toil for food
Bored even with ****
So stimulated.

Rather to be enslaved
By natural rythms

Intelligence in service of greed

Jack: "You're deserting me."
Dianne: "No. It's that you won't come with me"

Particle boy
From the primordial stew
Swirl detecting
The inflated quantum jitter
With you

Another attempt at alchemy
Abra opinion Alacka fact
Imposing my desire on the probability stream
"I promise I'll always come back"

Typically unsuccessful
Alchemy of desire
To transmute opinion to fact
Always so certain
Meaning it so much
A promise to always come back

Knows he's
Interpreting his perceptions all wrong
Otherwise, he's uncertain

The tea leaves
Are surprised
How worried you are
about termination
Of life you
Seem to resent
So much of

A corny rhyme
A ***** mime
Mother cleaning up my slime

alone longing for love
[sweet

everything
in
between

spot]
together longing for autonomy

I'm afraid to play golf
What if I liked it?
I'd be one of those
Golf playing men

We followed our giggle
Of course that was right
Sychronized destination
Real fulfillment and delight

Yo you are super rough and tough
Tougher even than a cream puff
Tougher than the spider that
Scared little miss ****
Et yo you

We're remote controlled
Experience farmed
Of course you think you want
To do that stuff
Sure you have a self
And you are important

Hate my marriage
And
Wouldn't give it up
For the world

I rolled the dice and scored average
Still lucky to be alive
In our agreement
To hate & love
Together,
I guess

What a crock is "always"
Always is always pushing something
And always full of ****
Like dreams
Selling that feeling
You always have this dream

To the extent my claim claims always,
It's at least as false

Always suspect the claims
Of those who claim always
Like this guy, me
Why give such a **** about always

I look at her
And see how disgusting
Whatever she sees
Is

I only consulted my conscious mind
When I judged my parts
And attacked with violence my fearer

Then the unprevented scars
Chased lovers of beauty away
And
I'm left with this ugly mirror

My mood was down
So I tried to keep it on the low
With a small tower of Suzette's crepes
But those skinny ***** noticed
They stacked up against me
And stole my sour grapes

He was catatonic
Paralyzed
Amputated
And lazy
But
The fate of Schrödinger's cat
Was driving him
Like Miss Daisy

He couldn't get his mind
Off the fate
Of Schroedinger's cat
And curiosity killed his
Depression

I seem to have
Repressed
All my implanted memories

You implanted
All my favorite
Memories

I had to say I felt somehow
So I decided to feel
Better.
And so it was
Until my mouth was bored
And it shook up
All the letters.

I can endure
Chill my way out
Of anything.
But what did Buddha do
About others' suffering?
They infect me.
I wish I could help.
Seems rude for me
To be so content
Over here
With whatever.

The love of
my two grandmas
three dogs
and two cult leaders
who are dead
and the love of
four ex's
and five or six best friends
who are just gone

A follower
It doesn't know what to do.
This germ of perfection is meant
For a nicer world.
I'm a no good keeper of the spark.
No good at
Figuring out who to trust
Who to serve.

If it stays up
Jolting itself with embaressed
Remembering of the day's interactions,
That's the real me.

Self pity
Cancer
Blame
Love
Stupididity
Fated by the random swirl

Grown ups
In seperate top bunks
Deciding getting up doesn't even matter
But we weren't cynical.
The futility loop
Hurt our feelings.

Why?
Is there a lesson in it?
Is it a facet of a perfect tale?
Or is it just another pointless detail
Like how reality does?
Probably just not being attached
To not being fat.

Please don't fit
Your square peg words
In my round hole mouth
Again

Sure we have fun
One time though
I wished we watched more movies
And the wishmaster would ruin it
As usual
And we'd end up roommates
In a hospice ward
Watching a Sylvester Stallone marathon

My new desperado woman
Asked if I was handy
Like male humans sometimes are
So to try something different
I said the truth
And as usual my plot didn't get me far
She laughed that she loved me forever
Then went downstairs and split with my car

We cycle
Together