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

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

Just let me talk so I can see what I think
And decide if I think that’s alright
Because I often get it wrong
And I never finish songs
Or even short stories
I write

It's fine to take on life
Like the world is in peril
And needs a hero.
But all preferences, passions
And meat beings alike
Are inevitably divided by zero.

I hate money
But I love everything.
I'd rather anything so I always blow money
So they stop giving me everything.
I hate money
But I love everything

Mind dedicated to
Mortality management.
Yes I am going to die
Accept it
Wrestle with it
Fight it
Deny it
Come up with a "purpose"
For the whole thing.
But it is going to happen.

Circle swallowed by the swirl
In the darkest folded furl
Around and around
Toward the center

Plotting against self destruction

You implanted
All my favorite
Memories

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.

Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking the cosmos directions to where the ramblers are from.
His bright pink nose is smart and weird.
Intoxicant residue in his wiggly orange beard.
He's not saddled with a fiefdom,
Or boredom or wifedom.
He's not embarrassed when he's alone so he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
He records the experiences in the Encyclopedia Akashic.

Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking directions to where the ramblers are from.
He's not worried who hears when he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
Experiences recorded in the Encyclopedia Akashic.

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.

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

Man beats self to death with 2 ft. long foam cylinder over period of eight days. As he approached death for the last eight hours, he muttered poetic truths which turned to light as they left his mouth. Eight minutes later the sun exploded. The octopuses sensed something was wrong eight seconds before their deaths. NOTHING

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.

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.

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.

Try to catch my reflection
In the explosion of broken glass
Approaching my eyes

This guy said he was [the way he was] to protect the world.
He said if he tried hard, he'd be too powerful, too persuasive.
If he hates and hurts himself, he'll be hobbled and he can protect the world from his influence.
He doesn't want to influence anybody to do anything.
Not even make somebody like the *** Pistols or something.
Let him be a scruffy *** watching from the sidelines.
Things won't be corrupted by his touch.
He can only enjoy freely when he can observe things
Without everything mirroring reflections of HIMSELF.
He loves every color but mirror color.
He loves himself too when he's being.
Not seeing.
DON'T STAB YOUR EYES, MAN
That will only **** the picture in your brain.

Gravity called you and I guess that's just fine.
There's no law of physics which states that you're mine.
I merely desired to keep you around.
My will was less charged than the pull from the ground.

Wouldn't be so lazy
If there was a point.
Seems silly to get too involved,
As it is.

Intelligence in service of greed

Because you're a scumbag
Because I'm a square
You're not and I'm not
We vow no boring air
Conversational creatures
We talk or despair
When we're not ready
We talk to prepare

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

Of all the things
That were false
Which I believed to be true
The one I'll miss most of all
Is the child
That came out of you

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

Each wordlessly studies,
"Teach me precisely how to dominate you
As you like it."
Attuning, catching the rhythm.
Brilliant sharing of uncut lust
Vicious, loving alchemy that melts and merges selves.
Their ingenious accomplishment:
Truly becoming lost in the swirl.

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

The wolves and the shepherd
Removed their sheeps' clothing
To take a repose from composure
One was on a mission to revoke permission
And two had big eyes for some closure

Gratitude
Temporary
Pain, comfort, etc

The vampire takes blank selfies in the mirror
Attempting to be seen
In their frame of reference

*******!
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

Jumbled mix
miracles
mirages
echoes
and self delusion

Who is authoring the other delusions
And who the non-delusion
(if non-delusion exists)
?

Hi again Skeptic
But why are you about?
Unless something is being sold,
I'd rather Love come out.

Beauty: Let me go!!
Beast: Hold on. We're making progress!
Beauty: What?!!
Beast: You logged seven fewer total hours of shrieking in April than in March. Our best month yet!

If one did wrong then wrong is wrong
Wrong is wrong is wrong
But if rather one didn't do  
Another's thought right then alright
It's alright it's their right

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

As I'm sure you'll understand,
Normal smalltalk and normal hopes sickened him.

And like we freaks often do,
He cut his chains with dope.

Just like free video games are the most expensive
And like nuclear weapons keep us safe,
Too much of exactly what he was looking for turned him hard blue and cold.

Hello!
I'm pretty sure 3 dimensional space is an illusion that helps my thinker tell my meat how to interact.
I'm pretty sure the phenomenon I call time is something other than what I comprehend, but it's something.
Hello everything!
I'm enjoying rotating around in existence with you!!!
Whatever the point is, "Hello!!!".

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

No harm to come
From feeling for for clues

Walk the miles
In your best pair of empathy shoes

I seem to have
Repressed
All my implanted memories

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

No shell
Dark eye bags

More dilligiance was due
But into the swirl they flew

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

She mostly didn't mean
For that to happen

Time erases everything
Eventually
But our secret programming
Our collective high hopes,
Frightening ourselves into
Something
That beats time.
Belief in both miracles and mirages
And everything is erased eventually
We fight on behalf of our wild unconscious hope
Even entropy could be undone
With enough time

Not exactly agoraphobia
Just a very strong preference