It all came together so perfectly.
Hormones, technology, and me.

After we no longer had film cameras
But before cloud based backup
So many childrens' photos
Disappeared out of memory
Out of existence
Those early digital photos
We didn't back-up.
In 2102,
When they teach about
Life in the 2000-earlies
They will probably use
Photos from the 1990s or the 2010s

Step1. Competition serves a purpose. You shouldn't be so bitter about your whole [how it is].
2. Yeah? I believe you. Serving a purpose is a good enough reason not to hate a thing. I don't even hate me and I'm pretty sure I serve no purpose.
3. I thought you'd fight me on that.
4. Nah, I'm just not that competitive.

We cycle
Together

A massless squig
He existed before he thought
"I am"
He drives the mobile around.
The shapes of his thoughts and dreams
Form the initial conditions
And everything
Is an echo

Ohhhhhhhh I
Didn't give a ****
And I shouldn't give a ****
So I don't give a ****
And I'll never give a ****

Wake up excited
Maybe a dream or a plot got some chemicals squirting in the brain.
The squirt feels good so the idea rings "true"
The meat mouth starts enjoying getting to say stuff.
Post, write, draw, paint, converse
Everything for the latest greatest idea.
And something becomes familiar.
Oh, it was the latest idea.
"My brain was just high on Enthusiasm"TM
(now available from Monsanto)

Just another pointless bout of enthusiasm?
Oh that never goes anywhere.
"I'm going to bed."
Like that

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

...zzżžź
Ringggg ernt ernt ernt
Yawn
Hmmmmmm
( is it still real that those guys who get everything wrong have nukes? )
"Oh ****."

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

At the junction
Of intent and surrender

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

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

Playing dare with self destructiveness
Brave
Alive
This game I don't always win
Demands my attention

Suicidal in slow-motion
Anxiously dreading death
Alternating between
Hating every thing
And
Clinging to each breath

Jack of all weirdos
Keep your eyes off the prize
Set your sights on the crumbs
They’re your piece of the pies

Once a prince among weirdos
Twice a ****** to queens
More gained grasping at straws
Than at ******* brass rings

Shadow of myself
Fell in love with a reflection
Seems like me, I thought
Turns out that was just projection

i found a droopy bulldog
To take over my look-out whilst i sleep
But the girl ive been watching
Is more than our four eyes can keep

I used to could look
In both of either of your eyes
And see neither disgust nor dull blindness
Or now I think my thoughts are all in my mind
Even the part where I treated you with kindness

Grandma Grocery's saddest son
Rambling harder than Red the ***
Tickling and ******* all the widows
Tripping and wiggling through life's riddles

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

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.

Having
Preferences
Is Silly

Right handed
Adapting myself to the preferences
Heterosexual
Mate
*******
I prefer clockwise
I can get in tune easily
But I thought I had a rebel soul
I guess I shouldnt feel sad
for being in tune

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

fiska  fuska
**** yourself

Yay!

If he doesn't agree with you, he doesn't say so directly. He passive-aggressively asks you questions hinting at his opinion. Then he acts like he's superior since all he does is ask questions.

I'm ok
So long as I remember to shhhh.
I get so ******* embarrassed
If I get noticed doing anything
Intending anything.

If I have to choose where to stand
Or who to sit with on a couch,
My brain sizzles and I can't move
I'm stopped up with shame

I like ending up places,
Speak only when I need to say something
I don't want to decide.
I hate choosing anything.

I'm great at dealing with
What I'm given.

I love to sit near anybody.
The lepper, the charming dude, the sweet lady, just don't make me pick!!!!!!!

"Don't worry
I'll always keep you safe"
Says my son to his lavender scented
Fizzing salt bath pearl
Dissolving away

To no avail

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

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

Recreational submission to the universe
Leads to disassembling into the swirl
To losing usual frame of reference
To feeling a sense of oneness
To noticing how fast
It's all going
In the
One

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

Here he comes
Red the ***.
Don't expect nothin
Leave him to the sun.

Folks try to fix him
And feel proud of their concern.
But how could they improve or stop him?
From rambling in his turn.

Red the ***,
Ugly Son
In LOVE with it all
But it must be unsung.

Don't build him up
Or he'll get re-undone

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

Fixate on beauty,
*******!

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

Belly button
A vestigial mark
Of nurishment from mother

The matches didn't match
They were too slow to catch

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

I will squeeze you well
I will place your nauseous body
In the jaw
I will place the top of the skull upon you
The head will hold you tight
In its mouth
And you will be still
And feel the joy
Shhhhhhhhh

Washing dishes, doing laundry and cleaning up ****
Pretending stuff matters in the futility loop.

She has anger issues when she gets honest
And she doesn't mind if I sleep on the floor
My strategies always backfire anyway
I don't feel like lying to her any more

Um looooooo(yodeling)nely prairieeee
Dissolve my self
Into the pond
Into the ocean
Pour the ocean into the swirl

When my meat lets go of its order,
Let me in the swirl.

If my thoughts and sensations were recorded or something,
Sorry I spent so much time jerking off.

I'd have done better if you'd have showed me the point or the line.
I figure I'm not expected to do nothing.
I guess I thought I was just supposed to be doing "time"...
Out here on the lone prairièéêëeēėe

Clarity seen from chaos
Just something good but not sure why
Everything moves too fast to keep it straight
But something called,
"Making sense" almost makes.
Sense?

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

Blue ***** are a myth
People with bad motives are not
Eating boogers is going too far
But you may mildly enjoy your snot
Jacking off seems perfectly fine
But ***** can mess with your head
Love may not be all you need
But there's a lot to be gained in bed

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

Jack of all weirdos
Keep your eyes off the prize
Set your sights on the crumbs
They’re your piece of the pies

Once King of the misfits
Twice a Joker to Queens
Better luck grasping straws
Than reaching brass rings