I must, I absolutely must, abandone my perspective. Everything suffers under it's weight. These properties of me have to go.how does this effect me?how do I effect it, him, her, you, us? what am I thinking? what am I feeling? why me why me why me? It all goes. Because I can not derive the truth from myself. Maybe it's in one of you ( Read more... )

when you buy my words be sure to check for the experation date
they go bad.

Sometimes it seems to me that we have misunderstood the hierarchy of nature. Naive enough to turn the food chain up side down, and wip our egos with it. Never realizing our purpose is to die and feed the worms. Yes we are at the bottom. Worm food. Despite my S.A.D.ness, I was social last night. Quite cordial infact. I edited out the faux-pas in ( Read more... )

Hannah and Bryan left my house tonight with my guitar and bongos. Ocassionally, when watching them, I plan the end of the human race, a complete geneside. Complete but for one couple. Hannah and Bryan, left to repopulate the world.

I have carved out a new statue out of this old carcus of clay flesh and cemented bone... no one seems to have noticed yet. A few stripes of fresh red paint stripe across me. Won't you gather 'round the town square for my unveiling ( Read more... )

In the vast expansion of time where is my einstein? Imprisoned in a body that does not work. With figiting fingers I make out some meek language but it sounds mechanical to me. That can not be my voice. I am defeated by my own cripled self, and so very proud of my fingers for not being conquered by my decrepid malfunctional body. So I am Steven ( Read more... )

Stick a tube in my mouth. Fill her up! Pump some life back into me.

if you knew, you would be ashamed of me.

Business men (diguised as children) beckoned me from lemonade stands, as I made my way to college where children (disguised as business men) mix a vat of citrusy ignorance, handing me a cup so sour I refused to swallow. So forgive me if I say I hate college. It's not me speaking. It's my taste buds ( Read more... )

orientation, nausia, guilt, and self-loathing mix incredibly well with a little romance. eh?

This is like struggling to untangle my foot from the railroad tracks in sight of an oncoming train. How close will it get before I just give up and let it hit me?