Saturday, December 7, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Im an island
I used to be an atoll
But the tribes living in my mind and body
To cook what they had hunted
A thousand years later and the icecaps have melted
The water rises up
Covering the rest of me
My eyes wrote a letter and put it in a bottle
Let it drift out to sea and go the way of the current
And maybe someone will read it and come for a holiday.
Posted by Unknown at 11:45 PM
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
waiting, waiting, waiting..
I saw the new woody allen film last night
im not a huge buff but film-wise I get around
it was much better than the last one
cate blanchetts character was beautiful and monstrous
i snuck in:
some cheese pringles, soft jellies, a hipflask full of vodka and coffee liquor
and a pretty girl.
i ate and drank most of it in there.
almost every woody allen film ive ever seen is about adultery.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
I know my place
I know my place
I have to restrain myself
love me or run… Go!
Every time I go out of my way to feel alienated
people pull me in and tell me to snap out of it
I usually do
I love peer pressure
I grind my teeth
I take hours to fall asleep
I speak incessantly some days because silence can be lazy
and when Im done with words I don’t talk for hours because
conversation is at heart
or something similar.
I feel no emotion watching dramas on tv
But sometimes I find myself with what could maybe be a tear in my eye
When Im watching a Will Farrell movie
Or an old Simpsons repeat that I’ve seen at least 26 times
The one where Homer pays off his mortgage and quits his job and goes to work at a bowling alley which was his life-long dream and then he finds out Marge is pregnant with Maggie,
so he has to go back to the power-plant and grovel to Mr Burns to get his job back and Mr Burns puts up a sign saying:
DON’T FORGET YOURE HERE FOREVER
And then Homer puts pictures of Maggie in between some of the letters, so that some of them are obscured and it now reads:
DO IT FOR HER
Friday, August 16, 2013
All these slurs are phonetic shorthand. It’s the first sign of the second phase of the bored man.
The first phase is when the “How are you today?” is converted to a nod and a cursory indication of ocular recognition
there’s ((vision)) and there’s Planning. and there’s tone
Implicit in these slurs
and enunciation is pretentious and purely for pretense
much like alliteration
punctuation if unwieldy can be left for dead ;chopin phrases are on mixtapes in brooklyn and
the day our brains overtook our mouths will forever be remembered as the start of the silence
but we’re getting better at speaking faster we train our tongues until they pant with exhaustion to keep that spectre of solitude away
so you’d better practise listening or you’ll get lost in the din of advisory bodies with mostly good intentions and loud booming voices with nothing to say