Relieving the burden on my soul
I was going to write this really long intricate post. But now I'm not gonna. I was going to write about love. About Renee Culver and how everyday my love for her seems to grow stronger and get stranger. About how I sometimes think I might possibly in some strage sort of way be in love with Amber Remmington. About how interesting I think she is and how badly I would like to know her better and see what's inside. And about how impossible that would be. About Catherine Barnheart, Lizz Freund, and Martina Mulcheck. But fuck them because they don't exist anymore. I like full names right now. I like them a lot. I won't later. At least not as much as I do now. I was going to write about sex. About how I like to say that it is just sex and nothing more but it is quite obviously more to me. That is why I won't do it with a girl I hardly know. It is an experience that should only be shared when a special connection with someone is present. About how that gets in the way of my fantasies. I was going to write about work and about how I am not the same when I'm at work. About how I can't be the same there because I can't be anything there. Nothing at all. I was probably going to write about some other stuff too. But now I'm not going to. Like I said before. Instead I am going to doodle with words. Here it goes.
Alabama
Now there is a word
Alabama is a fruitcake
There is another word
Fruitcakes aren't very tasty
Or so I've heard
Never actually been there though
Not to Alabama
And not to fruitcake hitting my tastebuds land
My mom made a fruitcake inspired cookie though
And I went there
It was yummsville
So I would have to say fruitcake has potential
And if I was a psychiatrist
That is what I would say to all the fucked up nutjobs that came to me
They would say: "Hey Doc, Is there any hope for me?"
And I would say: "Of course there is fucknut. Even fruitcakes have potential."
Then if they wanted to talk about love and what it is.
I would ask them to look at themselves in the mirror.
I would ask them how that makes them feel
They would say
"Terrible."
And I would say: "There, that's love."
They would say: "I'm confoosed."
I would say: "Oh wait I forgot what was happening.
Nevermind that whole mirror thing.
Do you have a picture of someone you think you love?"
Which they would of course have for this scenario to work.
I would tell them to pull it out and look at it
I would ask them how that makes them feel
They would say
"Worthless."
I would say: "There that's love."
Then I would dream
As if they weren't there anymore
I would dream of things
Like noodles
but not quite noodles
The noodles that might have been
The noodles that a man can only dream about
I'm going to smoke now
Don't bother commenting
I probably won't be online again for a while
This isn't the doodle anymore
Or is it?
It can't be
It just wouldn't fit
\
Please sniff this post.
Alabama
Now there is a word
Alabama is a fruitcake
There is another word
Fruitcakes aren't very tasty
Or so I've heard
Never actually been there though
Not to Alabama
And not to fruitcake hitting my tastebuds land
My mom made a fruitcake inspired cookie though
And I went there
It was yummsville
So I would have to say fruitcake has potential
And if I was a psychiatrist
That is what I would say to all the fucked up nutjobs that came to me
They would say: "Hey Doc, Is there any hope for me?"
And I would say: "Of course there is fucknut. Even fruitcakes have potential."
Then if they wanted to talk about love and what it is.
I would ask them to look at themselves in the mirror.
I would ask them how that makes them feel
They would say
"Terrible."
And I would say: "There, that's love."
They would say: "I'm confoosed."
I would say: "Oh wait I forgot what was happening.
Nevermind that whole mirror thing.
Do you have a picture of someone you think you love?"
Which they would of course have for this scenario to work.
I would tell them to pull it out and look at it
I would ask them how that makes them feel
They would say
"Worthless."
I would say: "There that's love."
Then I would dream
As if they weren't there anymore
I would dream of things
Like noodles
but not quite noodles
The noodles that might have been
The noodles that a man can only dream about
I'm going to smoke now
Don't bother commenting
I probably won't be online again for a while
This isn't the doodle anymore
Or is it?
It can't be
It just wouldn't fit
\
Please sniff this post.