The waitress said she didn't have any paper
As she took orders and names and personalities
And wandered
Tables ands kitchens and free bread
54 wants less water
Tom needs more water
Vinegar allergies and detailed taste
Unsalted saltines are a fountain of youth
As she takes my name and phone
And never calls again

What a weird sight,
on the other end of Nokia's snake.

Trapped in a car between 9th and 28th from north to south,
for a wild troop of humans.

What's a 10k, if we boil it down to biology?
There's nothing **** here,
no reproductive purposes.

Still, 55 thousand people line up and run 10k,
maybe to prove they can.
Like the way we collect guns,
or write poetry,
or hit our children,
or eat deer.

We prove to ourselves we're half animal still.
Archaic is a word
we're yet to learn
on our job evaluations.

What's it take to pump out
mediocre ****
that the rest of the world loves
because counter culture and poetry
are bedlovers
like Anne Frank and Led Zeppelin.

Jude Appetow
and Mike Judge
have nothing in common
except similar sounds in their names.

10 words grab attention
by the back of the fat furry neck.

Hooray.

Someone nabbed a B-.

Pen to paper has a sound and the people have named it: scribble scrible scrilbbe, lift, scrvbl.

The sounds keys made have been named too:

Click
back
click
click click back
click.

(also by the people).

Hoopla says it's all too purposeful and certain.

Borrar. Borrar.

Bukowski says the computer made him efficient at the keys.
He has thousands of post-80's poems to prove it.
**** him (says the people).

For us (you and me),
keyboards are less frantic and poetic,
less thoughtful.

Chuck wrote something called 16-bit Intel 8088 chip,
we call it new-English.

The coolest girls in the world put rings in the places where doctors disconnected them from their mothers. Guys put ink in their forearms. Spaces in their ears. Their parents say things like, “what the ****?” But even they know ink and plastic gaps are better expressions than dead Vietnamese and ****. Better expressions than a vote towards Michael Reagan’s father, the movie star.

You were the fools that bought homes, cars, and color tv’s on unprecedented credit, things for your daughters and sons that they would probably disparage if only they knew the word. You were the ******* that made Sam’s Club, because Costco and Wal-mart weren’t enough. The one’s that plugged us into free AOL accounts that Stater Brother’s gave you with your purchase of Pop Tarts and Cookie Crisps. I guess you could say the ink in our arms is yours as much as ours.

The thing about ink though, is that it’s more constant than anything this generation has ever known. When our TV’s become internet, and internet 4G, and 4G spaceships, the **** in our arms will persist as what was once alive. It will remind us of the life we lived before we were tattooed with the consumerism and media that you did nothing to stop.
  
Maybe you should have kept doing acid, you all were much more promising in the 60's.

A six-legged Asian cockroach just washed up on American soil, and it can lay eggs on ice.

Roaches are infamous for the myth that they're one of the few species that could survive an atomic bomb. It's not science, but even Adam Savage and his gang of Myth Buster's say it's beyond myth: a human croaks after ten minutes of exposure to 1,000 units of cobalt 60. But for roaches, 10% of their population survives after exposure to 10,000 rads - hell, it's better than zero.

This new species is the most evolutionarily persistent thing ever - if surviving means anything, it win's life on earth, hands down.

But I'd rather be a monkey.

We **** up and **** ourselves everyday. We slip and **** ourselves with power tools, or smash our fists into soccer referees and manslaughter oops ****.  We shoot ourselves off of propulsion equipment to see what happens.  Bone-crunching splatter ****.

From 100 feet up, we look like ******* mad men.

But the roach shows up carefully and gets **** done with nasty perseverance. The roach with vapid speech and wide eyes, glued to efficiencies and body armor.

To exist plainly - to work, eat. and sleep - is done best by roaches. Success is a cockroach.