Person 1: "You arent satisfied with me."
Person 2: "No way! It's you who aren't satisfied with me."

Person 3 supposed he was grateful for his selfish gal.
She only cared whether she was satisfied.
He was lonely but things made sense.

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

Mind
Embroiled
Figuring
Details
Formulas
Complexity
Competence
but
Total surrender
Is the master formula

They act like nothing is just another thing
Just zero on the number line between negative one and positive one
But we know it's the natural state
And flaws and fault lines run
More true than any thing

You implanted
All my favorite
Memories

Mostly a head
With a big absorbing sensing *****
At the mouth
A great column conveys into her perceiver
And keeps moving through
The back of her head
Into a distant vanishing point
Everything is stretched and smooshed
In the yellow umbilical column
All the information from each moment
Runs down the column into her
She feeds and reads the information
Time moves for her to be nourished
With all that happens
In our world which generates the information
She consumes.

The wolves and the shepherd laid down for a nap
Without a stitch of sheeps clothing
They put Lucy and the diamonds in their dilated skies,
And hit pause on their fear and their loathing

Strong emotion raises risk for misunderstood clues
Like intoxication raises risk for campfire-melt shoes

Now he walks around craving approval from idiot ****
And it's so below him and they'll never notice him
Like a once-proud vampire posting blank selfies
Trying to be seen

Swirl detector locked in submission
To her sweet, ***** rotation and spin
His own point and purpose cheerfully blurs
Intentions and preferences transmute to hers

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

Eggs and rice
Some kids and a wife
Things that are comfortable,
Things that are nice

Hieronymus Bosch and shrooms
Explode the room
Rather than *******,
I prefer doom

They're all much normaler than me
They're all good at responsibility
I just jump in the swirl and ride around the center
Looking around yelling oui
And
I love those folks who know what they know
With total certainty
But
They're all much normaler than me

They're all much normaler than me
Their lives are lived responsiblefully
I just slide in the swirl and circle round the center lapping it up going "oui!"
And
I love all those folks who know what they know with total certainty
But
They're all much normaler than me

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

As a matter of fact, nothing matters at all
As a matter of opinion, I love it all

If my inside secret radio ever changes its tune
I promise to never pass that on to you'n

Some blood,
Some ****,
Some ***, ****, and ***.
Guess what it is?
It's a bag of me!

First is everything, just being
Then something thinks
"I am"
Makes sense, I guess
But it could be so much *******

The dunderheads were charged with improper time travel
But Wizzer had a cosmic defense he said could beat it
"We were simply attempting to learn from the future
But it turns out we're doomed to repeat it"

Fleeting things like fury and fun,
The living attempt to rhyme with one.
but
In the uber-swirl where gravity and time go,
The lowest common rhyme is divided by zero.

Either cured all my cancer
Got a brain eating algae
Or something in between

Poorly developed surveillance skills
Issues with eye contact but not with caring
Come get away with whatever you want
In the warm loving embrace of my not-staring

You made me promise to lie
You made me promise I'd sneak
But my only way to stay true
Is making your promise
But refusing to keep

Living with
Crushing fear
A variety of nuclear disasters
Are inevitable
Mistake or sabotage
Away

Ever trusting guys-in-charge
Won't pull that trigger

Shishka shushka
Shove it up your *******

fiska  fuska
**** yourself

Yay!

Right in the gut
Right in the face
You said how you saw me
I fell out of place

Bored of being one with the uber-mega-multiverse?
Become an Individual® !!!
Try to "do something"
Live, Die, Consume Energy, Expel Waste!
Reproduce!
Have preferences!
Temporary Duration Guaranteed!

The table of contents was written
By a dull rotten corpse with no eyes
I looked into the black in the back of his sockets
It indexed only maggots and flies

We drew our conclusions
The misshapen stick figures
Were not wrong or right
Just a result of poor eyesight
And limited artistic skill

An old hobo true friend
Came back from the ramble.
He ate our fancy soup
And stayed up with our candles.

My skinny, charming, big dicked buddy
Came to dig my new normal life.
Moved his *** body in my house
And inserted himself in my wife.

I love her free in every way
And I wanted her to be fulfilled.
But her love receptors attached to him
And our square family home was killed.

Did I learn a thing
Or did life find something new?
Just betrayal and stupidity
And I'm back eating bumshack stew.

alone longing for love
[sweet

everything
in
between

spot]
together longing for autonomy

My gal's not a good person to trade naps with
She's always gotta go first
And at waking up she's the worst
My gal's not a good person to trade naps with

I ruin everything
I fear I'll forget how to be me
It seems to be not up to me whether I do or not
So it'll probably be ok
I keep getting mad and sad at pretty much
The same stuff
Familiar things make "me" happy
Even when I don't try

My unconscious competence gets me in so many situations
Pregnant with possibilities
And my conscious fool
Aborts them all

There is only one certainty.
Adding "and taxes" is
A spoon full of sugar.

I seem to have
Repressed
All my implanted memories

Free me from my preferences
Flame and smash my boundry fences
Take me while my guard is down
And then when I least expect it,
When all defense is unerected
Into the swirl "I" go

Twisted his chained neck
And sharpened his eyes
Trying to tell particle from wave
Still he can't make sense
Of what they let him see
On the back wall of Plato's cave

Chances are, nobody is waiting to reveal the secret.
Probably I'll die as unaware of the point as I've been from the start.
Please tell me if it's for something.
I'd love to be in on it.

*******!
I need to be nice to my wife so *******.
Shove a shovel up your ****.
I hate that I end up expressing my anger at my wife!
**** the TV. **** my cat. **** my house.
I HATE YOU!!!
Hate, cancer, ****, ****!
I'm beating your brain out because I LOVE my wife.
Not you though!
*******!
Die!
***** evil ******* bunch of petty destructive *****!
******* ALL!
Phew I think I can go be sweet now.
Sorry guys.
Thanks for the session

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

My words start a sentence
Then they run away
I don't know if I discombobulated them out of shape
With drugs
Or chased away second halves of my thoughts
Back when I pulled the trigger
And convinced myself
About the futilty loop

Mastered saying “uhuh”
When someone
Says “Right?” or ”Okay?”

Plotting against self destruction

A guy in his time
Amalgam of culture and luck
A smear of chemical reactions
A ghost of a fingerprint
Of primordial conditions
Echoing the vast everything
And the vaster nothing

Now never stays still long enough
For me to ever get it
I'm this weird thing that experiences
This made up way
To interpret the world,
If that is something.
I'm certain I'm real,
I'm something
Right?

Self pity
Cancer
Blame
Love
Stupididity
Fated by the random swirl

I have
So much power
To not do
I can not do anything
Everything

It's nice to have
That "I love everything" chemical
Pass by the receptors.
Who knows what triggers it
Or if my brain can make more.
But it's my fav.

Monkeys paint if you give them paint, you know.
Talented monkeys get better and better
Sometimes they develop a style.
But if you reward them for painting,
They all start to do as little as possible for the reward.
They place one uninspired smudge and turn it in.
They don't ever paint just for interest any more,
once they start getting rewards.