seth's best mix was a bottle
of boodles
and tonic
the rest of the night persisted
with wine and perspiration.

when we die will it be like this?
a vision when sleeping
or a wish when weeping.
the rest of our lives are drowned
in caps and empties.

fog covers the mountaintops
through the hole in the wall
as we escape from under
gin-scented drapes. i pour
maple syrup on your waffles.

Laughter
as we watch our comedies on
nbc nightly tuesdays
Ben and kate
two broke girls
what the ****
As a secret slaughter goes on
And the genocide of a million minds
happens without us evening knowing what's going on
we laugh and we laugh
as our children get fater
our oceans get dirtier with foriegn oil
our earth aches in pain
our tv keeps distracting us
as the sun is waiting to explode
I hope a solar storm happens
so it knocks out every network
so our minds are free
and then maybe we will look outside our window again
maybe then we will see what is truly going on
the true terroism is just a click away
Fox news and media flaunting there depression pills
and the main predator is these pharmaceutical companies
telling us were sick and need help
so we rush to get the fix
when really its a sick twisted david copperfield trick
but whatever
let's keep watching 30 rock and snl
as our lives slowly fall into a hell
a living hell
a living comedy
what a disgrace
what a waste
take a look in your community
poverty is next door
its funny how we think were so safe
in america were like a mouse in a maze
cept there is no exit
were trapped
were trapped
not me I free my mind
and spread the word
threw words and writes
because if anything
Ill make this right
ill carry on the fight
ill make it right
and ill open that door
to shine light into this blind folded world

four hours fighting tears
because here we patronize
and speak not to communicate
but to belittle and confuse

how can this be when connections
are smooth for days
and from day one?

is this the nature of retail?
but we facilitate thought
and knowledge through
booksales

I cannot read the preface to
Malinowski's brilliance
when we are slow?

coconuts, betelnuts and waves
I am on my way

My life is occasionally a continuum of anxiety of and or relating to the possibility of my going insane. My greatest fear is schizophrenia, thanks mostly to Aldous Huxley's Doors of Perception. At my worst, I am standing in a Wal-Mart under the surrealistically bright lights of dead consumption waiting for my head to become an unfamiliar place filled with unfamiliar voices. It has never happened. The closest I ever came was on the night of February 4th, 2013 (which, in this case, just so happens to be last night), when in a state of silly pointless inconsequential anxieties I thought I heard the faint hum of an unfamiliar voice chanting, 'Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.' It went away, but the moment I started hearing it I freaked out a little inside as I was lying in bed having just finished reading. I attributed it to the possibility of over-reading, over-conceptualization, not enough time in the real world. I blamed reading and writing and watching for the feeling that I'm never quite in the real world, because my head reads and writes and watches and asks itself; “are you real? Can you truly say with any certainty that you exist? How much sense does depth perception make, and now go to sleep and dream in your head because one day dreaming will be considered a symptom of mental disease. Enjoy it before it terrifies your strange fettered wits.” Sometimes I listen to music in my head and wonder if that's insane. Sometimes I listen to music in my head and contemplate innocence. Sometimes I listen to music in my head and sing along. Sometimes I listen to music in my head and realize all music comes from inside so I calm and I calm and I calm.

I had no idea how to send a massive thank you to everyone who follows me on here.
I'd like to say how much all of you are appreaciated
and how much of a honor it is to be on this site.
I've been on here for a long *** time I think almost 2 years
and I've had good and bad feedback all taken by me awesomely(if that's even a word)
Just letting all you know who are apart of my page and read my stuff and respond that you guys are as part of these writings as I am
and your not forgotten or unappreaciated
Love all you people on here
espeacily Neva Flores
who was the first person to give me feedback and continues to give me feedback.
Anyways also a big thanks to the creator of this site and making it safe for writers to do there thing on here without there writings being stolen. So Eliot York thank you from me and everyone else who has had the chance to follow me on here and me follow them on here. Anyways much love and respect to all of you. Thanks again