5. Facebook is tha shit
OK, look at this one if you're bored, cuz you can steal it:
TEN random things about me:
1. I'm wearing the same Converge shirt I wore like a week ago without washing it
2. ....and I don't care about the accuracy above item
3. My computer's recently caught AIDS in that not even the pop-up blockers are working
4. I pick my nose like all the time
5. Facebook is tha shit
6. I hate my cellphone and the vibrating noise of my roommate's cellphone
7. I'm going to see Animal Collective in Brooklyn in a week and a half [come with!!]
8. Within the past month or so I've taken a liking to flat out emo music, even the soft wussy crap
9. I might be getting a job at a falafel shop in Brooklyn
10. I just don't like They Might Be Giants; they're just stupid
NINE ways to win my heart:
1. Tell me important
2. Tell me you love me
3. Tell me I'm sexy/cute/handsome/beautiful
4. VALIDATE ME
5. Hang out with me
6. Sympathize
7. Empathize
8. Want me
9. just be
EIGHT things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel the whole damn world
2. Find the woman of my dreams
3. Make sweet, passionate, tasteful love with two people at once
4. Destroy/burn/blow up something important
5. 'Put out an album with THE RUNS!!!'
6. Put out an album with Murder Thy Neighbor
7. Put out an album where I play all the instruments and do vox
8. Live
SEVEN things I wish I were:
1. Sexy
2. Lovable
3. Truthful
4. Less evil
5. Less envious/jealous of others
6. More positive
7. Cool
SIX things that get me mad (or annoyed/paranoid/frustrated):
1. My mind as it wanders
2. Drunkards
3. Scumbags
4. Con-artists
5. My parents
6. School
FIVE things I'm afraid of:
1. Security guards
2. Awkward silences
3. Oppression of self
4. Oppression of life
5. The past
FOUR of my favorite items in my room:
1. My Ibanez
2. My CD collection
3. My clothes; otherwise I'd be naked
4. My roommate.....NOT!!!
THREE things I need to do right now:
1. Probably read the last two chapters of the Odyssey, BUT I WON'T!!
2. Write a poem before I forget the structure
3. Expire
TWO things I do everyday:
1. Lament
2. Expire
ONE person I want to see right now:
1. My roommate.....oh, there he is.....
.....And look at this one if you're cool. Its the first one I've written with some kind of pre-ordained structure, as opposed to a stream of mostly negative thoughts finding its way onto the internet. Most of it I came up with in the shower and other parts I though of when my mind was wandering in a depressed, pissed off, paranoid, suspicious state. Dig it:
'Vessel'
by Tim Conley
You thought,
As seen millions of times over,
This time a new slate,
Of burnt amber,
Your lucky charm awaits the sign.
She's there,
You'll live out the self-imposed reign,
Death sentence on my own behalf.
Guillotine falls at four,
Grazed hair lengths,
Nothing sacred nothing safe,
But a breath of new life?
Its not why now,
Begging for answers that won't even serve.
Remote stasis she pulled you from,
A love beyond recognition,
Wanting the writhing tortured lover.
These are the answers,
Accept.
You knew,
From the sweat-stained gaze of only a metre away,
Panic ensues amongst the chiming of thoughts,
Punishment for absence,
Predicament for excess,
Two entwined lovers,
A passion no knife in the air could slice.
Not my fault this time,
Not my fault this time?
Waking the fuck up at dawn,
To realize the persuaion of dreams,
There all along,
Needing your love,
Needing your life.
Recognize the symbol,
You will never walk another step,
You will never breathe another breath,
Without the haunting of a naked spector,
Revenge on the idle soul.
You learned,
Giving up,
Giving in,
Turning the back on the first love,
Cold waves collapse again and again,
Deserving the salt-water pangs,
She's not in the ocean to save you now.
Yes it was her,
Yes it was she,
The blind spirit now wrapped like the concubine,
Enclosed in the fingers of the spiraling demon,
The treasured girl,
Disappears as the memory fades.
Walk along and alone,
Back away from your promises,
They're his now.
Step in with the sharpened edge of misery,
When for only this time,
There's no escape from an immortal tragedy.
To trust,
To know,
That if you ever stop running,
They'll find you and burn your remains.
The slither of an uncoiled viper down your spine,
A listless pain spelling the loss,
Constant reminders on the street you once walked.
It will never come again,
It will never be there,
So run on.
I kinda barfed in my mouth a little bit while writing that. Now my throat hurts.
TEN random things about me:
1. I'm wearing the same Converge shirt I wore like a week ago without washing it
2. ....and I don't care about the accuracy above item
3. My computer's recently caught AIDS in that not even the pop-up blockers are working
4. I pick my nose like all the time
5. Facebook is tha shit
6. I hate my cellphone and the vibrating noise of my roommate's cellphone
7. I'm going to see Animal Collective in Brooklyn in a week and a half [come with!!]
8. Within the past month or so I've taken a liking to flat out emo music, even the soft wussy crap
9. I might be getting a job at a falafel shop in Brooklyn
10. I just don't like They Might Be Giants; they're just stupid
NINE ways to win my heart:
1. Tell me important
2. Tell me you love me
3. Tell me I'm sexy/cute/handsome/beautiful
4. VALIDATE ME
5. Hang out with me
6. Sympathize
7. Empathize
8. Want me
9. just be
EIGHT things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel the whole damn world
2. Find the woman of my dreams
3. Make sweet, passionate, tasteful love with two people at once
4. Destroy/burn/blow up something important
5. 'Put out an album with THE RUNS!!!'
6. Put out an album with Murder Thy Neighbor
7. Put out an album where I play all the instruments and do vox
8. Live
SEVEN things I wish I were:
1. Sexy
2. Lovable
3. Truthful
4. Less evil
5. Less envious/jealous of others
6. More positive
7. Cool
SIX things that get me mad (or annoyed/paranoid/frustrated):
1. My mind as it wanders
2. Drunkards
3. Scumbags
4. Con-artists
5. My parents
6. School
FIVE things I'm afraid of:
1. Security guards
2. Awkward silences
3. Oppression of self
4. Oppression of life
5. The past
FOUR of my favorite items in my room:
1. My Ibanez
2. My CD collection
3. My clothes; otherwise I'd be naked
4. My roommate.....NOT!!!
THREE things I need to do right now:
1. Probably read the last two chapters of the Odyssey, BUT I WON'T!!
2. Write a poem before I forget the structure
3. Expire
TWO things I do everyday:
1. Lament
2. Expire
ONE person I want to see right now:
1. My roommate.....oh, there he is.....
.....And look at this one if you're cool. Its the first one I've written with some kind of pre-ordained structure, as opposed to a stream of mostly negative thoughts finding its way onto the internet. Most of it I came up with in the shower and other parts I though of when my mind was wandering in a depressed, pissed off, paranoid, suspicious state. Dig it:
'Vessel'
by Tim Conley
You thought,
As seen millions of times over,
This time a new slate,
Of burnt amber,
Your lucky charm awaits the sign.
She's there,
You'll live out the self-imposed reign,
Death sentence on my own behalf.
Guillotine falls at four,
Grazed hair lengths,
Nothing sacred nothing safe,
But a breath of new life?
Its not why now,
Begging for answers that won't even serve.
Remote stasis she pulled you from,
A love beyond recognition,
Wanting the writhing tortured lover.
These are the answers,
Accept.
You knew,
From the sweat-stained gaze of only a metre away,
Panic ensues amongst the chiming of thoughts,
Punishment for absence,
Predicament for excess,
Two entwined lovers,
A passion no knife in the air could slice.
Not my fault this time,
Not my fault this time?
Waking the fuck up at dawn,
To realize the persuaion of dreams,
There all along,
Needing your love,
Needing your life.
Recognize the symbol,
You will never walk another step,
You will never breathe another breath,
Without the haunting of a naked spector,
Revenge on the idle soul.
You learned,
Giving up,
Giving in,
Turning the back on the first love,
Cold waves collapse again and again,
Deserving the salt-water pangs,
She's not in the ocean to save you now.
Yes it was her,
Yes it was she,
The blind spirit now wrapped like the concubine,
Enclosed in the fingers of the spiraling demon,
The treasured girl,
Disappears as the memory fades.
Walk along and alone,
Back away from your promises,
They're his now.
Step in with the sharpened edge of misery,
When for only this time,
There's no escape from an immortal tragedy.
To trust,
To know,
That if you ever stop running,
They'll find you and burn your remains.
The slither of an uncoiled viper down your spine,
A listless pain spelling the loss,
Constant reminders on the street you once walked.
It will never come again,
It will never be there,
So run on.
I kinda barfed in my mouth a little bit while writing that. Now my throat hurts.