January 2010
25 posts
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
I hate all the nation
Suppositions
Yeah, it’s probably a little more casual for me to speak in this format with this kind of syntax and this kind of grammar and this kind of vocabulary. So I suppose this will get your attention more quickly than any prior attempt. I suppose you didn’t see the blaze right in front of you and I used to shout but I suppose no one heard. It’s not like any of these thoughts had any...
the dream
of course he comes back with holes in his pockets and ready to claim what he thought was still his. but she got a new house in town.
so he finds him a rope strong enough for a hanging with his heart full of sorrow and he finds him a tree. but he can’t take his life, so he takes out his pen-knife and carves, “i’ll always be a dreamer”
Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird, where are you now? When I need you. Alone on an airplane, falling asleep against the window pain. My blood will thicken. I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain cause I’d be scared that there’s nothing underneath. And who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends and am I sinking?
Where do we go...
Needs an organ
Last night and years before Gave me the clue it’s gone Knocking on your wooden door Puts me where I belong
We’re falling
We’re falling
Don’t call my name here They’ll surely hear you Let’s run away from here There’s nothing here to do
I hear all this buzzing It’s inside our sweet head You look so pretty running The sky’s got orange and red
That day at school, it was like any other day. I went through the required motions in order to both not exert anything and to not deal with anything. About two hours into the day, I decided to cut out for a bit to take some time to myself. The decision was supported by the fact that nothing would be lost by my absence. I walked out to the parking lot and got into my faded-black 1984 Plymouth...
My missionary work
I can see myself taking a job teaching high school chemistry to students in Guinea and Guinea-Bissau through the Peace Corps and then showing up everyday drunk and instead tell the kids about how life sucks while never learning their names and, instead, making up borderline offensive makeshift names for each of them.
She said that for over an hour and I hung up
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walking into World War Three, I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn’t worry about it none, though, Them old dreams they’re only in your head.
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain.” He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this...
Yes
Yes it could not be more obvious that were all living on a planet where the most minuscule and blasé things are considered of greatest importance meanwhile the rest of the world cannot stand they cannot walk they cannot breathe they are slowly dying and I am sitting here slowly dying as I can do nothing nothing to stop anything from ever happening I am in a total lack of control meanwhile you sit...
There’s only so many times you can bang your head against a wall before you forget how to stop.
“They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice… that suicide...”
– Arthur Schopenhauer
Practically a nursery rhyme
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world...
Losing it
There are two colors in my head.
Two Things
I don’t need no arms around me And I don’t need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don’t think I need anything at all
Goodbye, Cruel Word, I’m leaving you today Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, all you people, there’s nothing you can say To make me change my mind, goodbye
After all, sleep is all I need I know it is eluding me I know it’ll never be After all, sleep is all I need
The kids in the hall keep me up at night The hissing pipes ready to blow All the shouting and no end in sight They all are tearing apart my soul
I can’t remember feeling this way Where the light will never fade out I feel like I might just go away To forget what it’s...
Don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
Just as we give our grins
And we make our rounds
Before we can make our sins
As we fall upon the ground
As the walls start fading out
And losing their tone
As I’m spinning about
And we’ll never be alone
Just as a flash comes in
The kids all take our picture
And though we all know when
We all just decide to make sure
My hand is shaking now
It begins to lead into the door
...
Anyone who's had a heart wouldn't turn around and...
I lay awake in my bed, not focusing on any definite thought or sight. I was pretty sure I was insane. People don’t do that for no reason. The television played softly and made a soothing blue glow in the room against the darkness. I think it was the news. I was hardly paying attention. The light was obviously much more fascinating. A guitar stood against my bed. I had picked it up every...