#tedium
I’m going to each of my suitemates' rooms. One at a time, methodically. I pause, for dramatic purpose, until I have their full attention. Once I have it, I rushingly, excitedly, breathlessly say, “I’M getting pizza later, for the GAME!” Like a seven year old child.
Now, my roommates KNOW we're ordering pizzas later. They’re all “on board,” everyone’s submitted their order and venmo’d their money to Sunny who will actually place the order for delivery at 5:30 pm. But I’m excited. I LOVE pizza (and American, NFL football) and I love being childish.
My roommates, like my brother, sister and parents before them, know this and love my manic, overactive way of excising tedium. Besides, I won’t do this more than once or twice - ok, maybe three times today before the pizza comes.
Since you’ve read this far - allow me to opine, for a moment, about “self restraint.”
Have you read about how they’re using familial DNA to solve old cold-case murders? I think they should use familial DNA to track down whomever it was that invented self restraint.
It was probably some old Protestant. I mean, Catholics only have sin - it’s yes or no - binary. So without researching it (at all), I think we’re dealing with someone born after the protestant reformation of 1555 - but I’m flexible.
Anyway, they should track that person down, dig them up, beat them with a stick, and then rebury them, in unhallowed ground.
I hate self restraint. It’s so.. restraining.
#restraintsux
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
Sometimes I’ll rouse, in darkest night, to a twilit form, bending over me, so closely we’re sharing the same still air. I never startle, I somehow know, even before I’m completely awake, that it’s not mortal.
This malevolent force stalks time worn halls like disease. It thrives on inertia and stress, it drinks in fatigue like a vampire devours blood and slowly chews on fragile-hopes until they’re desiccated and smell like rotten flesh.
This death like thing waits for each of us, in tedium, as danger hides in shadow - growling with sullen impatience to smother us.
It’s name is failure. Sometimes, I’m so afraid.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 6:19 AM UTC
Are we beyond the yolk and collar
of norms and religious fever?
or are we just simple pawns
in each and all, endeavors?
Visions and sight above our ken
we see the light and the path both dark, and long
the simple grasp that all can see
as a common need, and bond
We'll meet in time yet said
and places far from here and now
too hold our heads up, high and proud
and know that we tried too reach
above, somehow
beyond
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:23 PM UTC
My palette is empty
after over-busy school
and tense homework.
By the time dark night
staggers onstage, sleep is my
longed-for, **** muse.
I’m greedy for sweet,
numb sleep or perhaps to dream
love-flushed fantasies.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
I stand here poised
Like a bored gazelle about to leap
Not in the Serengeti
But leaning against a bin
Near Frankfurt
It is a wrought iron bin
Of fine craftsmanship
But all I can smell is ****
The **** of a thousand dogs
Over one hundread years
Marking their patch
And having no thought
For this man
Who would have his senses offended
By their ammonia picket fence.
Perhapse I will move
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
*But you're a Joker
Why so serious?!*
**Cause the conversation
And the company
Are getting oh so tedious**
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
i crave the gentle contempt
of any Someone that won't suffer
the mindless tedium
of People things
You've never had the thick skin to survive a real love story.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC