Friday, May 30, 2014

And now a word about me and thee.

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO AROUND HERE BEFORE SOMEONE TAKES ME SERIOUSLY?!?
Kidding. You know me. Im a great kidder, aint i? Right now, i feel
so close to you. We might be tighter than macaroni and cheese: u,
the onion on my cheeseburger, and i the meatball in your spaghetti.
You have a great day, you hear?

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

confuseus say snake in potted plant is happy indeed. Also, women's
beach volleyball is sport of kings. And remember this: the beast is
in the heart and the murderer is firmly in the mind. Destruction is
the art and love is kept near the behind.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

and now for something completely different....

so, weve embarked together on a little journey of personal discovery,
and i ask myself how many towels i soiled in discovering myself... As
is said(by one of my characters, and this is paraphrased), 'today is
another day'; i am awake, alive and alert. Hello. feeling good in
the neighborhood....

update on my latest

i have decided that while remaining my own best friend, i will reserve
the right to secretly hate myself if the feeling should overtake me.
So there i shall be, laughing at my jokes, complimenting my body, and
smiling into my own face, and yet, there will be a dark cloud, for
deep within ill secretly want to do harm to that guy in the mirror.
He vexes me so! Cripes.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Tweetle-dee(wouldbe tweet 5.5.14)

I'm tired of being my own worst enemy, so i relent, instead making an
effort to be my own best friend, and who knows from there? Maybe a
romance will blossom within myself and ill awaken in the morning
speaking the words "hey handsome" to myself. Id like that(?!).

Friday, May 2, 2014

Exxesistential confusion, and other such nonsense.

The possible pasts and futures reverberate between ripples, but,
what(and i suspect what) would make time splinter, shatter, fragment,
or unravel? Time: you cheap whore. Reality is a thin layer of
covering on the ethereal fabric. You cannot look at the edges too
closely without seeing the heavens lurking, placid, unknowing, unaware
of your troubles. With that damn glow. That damn glow. Reality: you
dont fool me. You also wouldnt think bs glows, but there you go.
The possible pasts and futures reverberate between ripples, but,
what(and i suspect what) would make time splinter, shatter, fragment,
or unravel? Time: you cheap whore. Reality is a thin layer of
covering on the ethereal fabric. You cannot look at the edges too
closely without seeing the heavens lurking, placid, unknowing, unaware
of your troubles. With that damn glow. That damn glow. Reality: you
dont fool me. You also wouldnt think bs glows, but there you go.