If this moment were my last, my last meal would be as follows:

pulled pork.
and spaghetti.
and meatloaf.
scratch meatloaf, substitute meatballs.
and a pickle.
oh and a caesar salad.
and maybe a colossal fish sandwich from primanti's.


but it's not my last moment and its not my last meal.
i think i'm gonna go make a quesadilla

A Dream -- EAP

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What through that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

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What I don't understand is how some people can argue that Poe wasn't brilliant. Those people don't read his poetry.

because i wanted to write a drabble

Going about my business on a quick walk one gloriously sunny afternoon, I was approached by a rather elderly gnome who held out his tiny palms, no doubt for some change. Knowing full well the alcoholic tendencies of gnomes and taking note of the beer distributor immediately to my right, I eyed the miniscule man suspiciously and shouted, "No, Gnome!" and kicked the little fella in the rear, refusing to support such vile acts of indulgence. As the creature bounced down the cobblestone road, I brushed my hands together in satisfaction. Suffice to say, he never peddled this corner again.

the minotaur

if only i
had wings of wax,
i'd fly around
midnight or one.
but maybe my
problems just aren't

desperate enough.

a quip

i got a letter today.
it included a poem. and a picture of a raven. and a stamp featuring Edgar Allan Poe.
and also some words, as well.

it probably made me the happiest i've been in awhile.
who doesn't love getting letters?




moral of the story: i need to buy stamps.

title title title

appease the shadow
and in the meantime...

sever everything else.

it's all a dream. it's all a dream. it's all your dream. it's all your dream. it's in your dream. it's in your mind.
your MIND.
YOUR MIND
YOUR MIND

i say again.what's the difference between real and unreal?

i almost forgot about that

Lunch in 40 minutes.
Haven't showered.
Room's a mess.
Homework not started.
Haven't eaten.
Wait. I'm going to lunch.
Ace bandage to Posvar.
Where's my iPod.
Restart my computer.
Laptop to work?
Now?
Will I have time?
Whatever...
Do I have enough change to roll?
Will I even get paid tomorrow?
I GET PAID TOMORROW!
I think she's done this before so I should.
That's right, right?
Sure am hungry.
35 minutes now.
So much too much to do.
Haven't moved.
One of those days.
One of these days?
Come on. I have a book to read. Get through with it.
What do you even care?

Free lunches are jelly.

electricity

so that's it then?
and all this time i thought there was a way out.

ive never learned anything more important from a book

yes yesy es yes yes yesy esy esye syesyesyes
its

FINE

yes and yes and yes again.

>whatever he's making; don't give me any of those.

because while the heart is just a
lump of cells pumping blood to the
extremities, it is the spinal cord
that protects what really matters.

and besides...

oh whats it matter...

i lied at 8:28.

Somewhere amidst the thirtieth minute of my morning shower, and staring at the mock-porcelain shower wall, I contemplated a swift headbutt and subsequent drilling of my skull through the white backdrop. The thought has yet to subside.

This is all I have to say.

use this

and as for you...

i'm still not sure about you.

a panic inducing toxin

LOWER ME DOWN!
jester to CLOWN
ENOUGH of that CROWN
Take me to town.
Paint off the brown
I'll make sure you drown.
in that disgusting green gown
the villagers frown
a current attempt
to hold in contempt
a drip drip drip drip
irregular squeeze
flown in trapeze
despicable breeze
undoubtedly freeze
garnish and cheese
spoils with ease
am i crazy?
just lazy?
a bit too phrasy?
braintrainchainlainbanecaneslainmanegain
drainpainwaindetainconstraininanerainvain
maincontainwanesanesanesanesane
sane.

---

i cant see past your eyes
am i really?
can i really?
whats a witch which cant witch
if i
if i
if i
PINS. AND. AND. AND. PINS AND. PINS. AND. AND. AND. AND. AND. NEEDLES.
EVERY

SINGLE

TIME.
i am not the answer.
just another question???????
I promise you that.

who

In times of the night like this, I've nothing left to do but reflect, and tonight I reflected. I realized I rather liked this story (and its conclusion immediately after).

I also realized I confuse myself. What's new?

Telegram from the Galapagos

To: xxx
From: Me

Hi. Doing well. Sorry for leaving. Found job. Found girl. Found tortoise. Not coming back. Love.

what to do

When you stepped out my third story window, I didn't expect to never see you again. Perhaps it was for the better but I don't really see why. I changed my mind recently, not that it matters much. How's the weather where you are? It's a bit weepy here.

baby lemonade

the pulse! thats what it is, a pulse!!
a central heartbeat connected by wires and lashing all of the personalities of the world into ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE BEEEING.
or only several.
its the pulse! that makes everything WORK.
without it you've got
the Dead.
i can see it in the music.
all of it...

thank you!

i've hidden some pennies in discrete places.

i know they're discrete because nobody's mentioned them yet.

stalk

I don't know who you are.
Yet there you are behind
me, every step home.

hmm, dont forget about that

is it all real?
am i?
can anyone else even answer that?
are they?
does it matter?



i once set up a strong defensive perimeter, but i dug the trenches too deep.

oh i see

many pictures of people in social places with their eyes cut out
polaroid photographs of humans doing normal skills
images, in colored pencil, of trees and things
fiddler crabs waving
video pictures, in technicolor, of some people walking on a sidewalk
black and white images of headlights on a rainy night in the city
candid smiles
comparatively empty bars
legends
shoppers without a purpose
apparently irrelevant newsreels
stories of a number of topics
pictures of unnoticed objects
thunderstorms
shoppers with a purpose and other people
the unworthy things in life
printers printing
pennies falling long ways and other things also
strange things
leaves dancing
strong winds
overdue reunions
music and colors
characteristic qualities of inanimate objects
skies: blue or grey or black
the dark
waters: blue
things used extensively
ghosts
scotch tape
dark rooms lit by television
things drawn in pen
words
handwritten letters
typewritten letters
new things




i just typed. i later realized these are all things i like to look at.

-life problems like fear, stress, anxiety...

slowly turn your head
SHOCK treatment SHOCK treatment
FLASH! flash. sloww motionnnn.
i seem to have misplaced something
i can't recall what.
my mind is my mind is my mind is
wandering.
bring it back man
The Violin.
i cant
feel
gravity
at least i havent yet
too awake to be tired
i think i have misplaced something
i don't remember what it is
at least we have a Lost Book Procedure
one thing i don't have to rem
what was i saying?
right.
i feel i may have misplaced something
i don't know what it is
perpetual freedom
is that what that is?
i swear that's not what i meant...
freudian slip, i suppose
i don't remember what i meant though
maybe i misplaced it.
JUST TELL ME WHY EVERYTHING MOVES
breathes.
and why its so cold
so cold
so cold
so cold

add less or all

if i dont stop!
if i dont stop
if i dont stop
if i dont stop,
if i dont stop!
if i dont stop?
if i dont stop
if i dont stop.
if i dont stop;
if i dont stop
if i dont stop
if i dont stop:

one of us will die.

just deal with it.

because i

think we take

life too fast




























besides...i

really like

empty space

because why not

what will you
when i
how will
when i
when i go
when
will it matter?
do you understand?
do you know?
do you even remember?
i just need to
when i go
because
because
do you even remember?
do you even really know?
LISTEN
do you
when i go?
because
the last thing i need
the FIRST thing i need
is does it even matter?
because if he ever had it MY way
we would never even have to
but since we do:

get over yourself

i

look out

the

corner

of

my eye

and

see a

something

walk

past me.

i

turn and

it's

nothing

.

too

many

ghosts

these days...

not

enough

real

people.

a shopping list

i'll need a straight-edge so i can make really good things.
and a pen. a really fine pen.
and a fountain pen as well. the way they scratch paper is pleasing to the ears and also the fingers.
and also they sometimes splash ink.
if i have that thing then i will need an inkwell. i know a place.
parchment would be nice but is not a necessary thing.
and incense. i need that.

and also a fine sense of geometry and design.


perhaps a new brain. no. i don't need a new brain.
tacos maybe. but not a new brain.
and some cereal.
i am a medium to heavy cereal user that is not loyal to my brand and switches for variety and cost and am not aware of new brands but very willing to try them and am an achiever and innovator and a male and read music magazines and watch sports and movies on tv and i eat cereal that tastes good.

i think i have too many onions. but i can share.

the correct use of soap

wouldn't you know it, all it took was one quick breeze of clicks.
but nobody explores anymore, it takes prodding to do so.
everyone thinks everything has been found anymore but i would argue that finding is an incredibly personal experience.
still, we move too fast to slow down and explore anymore. so i do.
a final act of rebellion in a light-speed world.
or so goes justification.
"A schizophrenic patient will not allow anyone to touch them; not because they would do them some harm, but because they might electrocute them."

the true freedom is choice but that still may go hand in hand with determinism.
unfortunately our only true vice is choice.

recycle: title: one too good to waste.

and sometimes balloons

To the utter disarray of mankind,
I can only wonder about the difference between art and literature
should there be one.
Pondering the inflow of Idea and whether or not they introduce themselves BEFORE meaning.

In the meantime I'll be the one floating hopelessly through the through the universe (city) probably stumbling over cobblestone and running into brick walls and banging his head against shelves shelves shelves of compact discs.

Besides. I'm afraid of clowns.

amusement parks

Under the pretense that I was alone, I took off into my mind.

I hadn't expected such desolation. But perhaps I should have.

The difference! between fiction and reality is as follows:

It's all relative...

didjadidjadidja

did you find it?
did you find it?

i could go for a hot dog.
or two.
or three.
three hot dogs.
with ketchup.
with onion.
i could go for three hot dogs with ketchup with onions.


i think many people did not. the problem with kids these days is complacency.
taking things at face value. face value. RESEARCH. THINK. EMPLOY. neurons. and. and.
the problem is in: left


or should i quesadilla? not today. tomorrow. yes.
let it be.

please tell me if you did or did not. survey. poll. marketing strategy?
survey
survey
survey

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big fish eats the little one

There is an old scar on my arm from a bike accident years ago that sent me skidding across pavement. Recently, however, it has become a bit scabby and itchy and I don't know why. So I scratch at it. I scratch at it. I scratch at it. IT begins to peel and I scratch more. It peels away revealing muscle and tendons. Right below my elbow. Tendons right below my elbow. I can't have them just hanging there so I pull them out with the nerves and a bit of muscle in a motion that makes my teeth hurt. Strangely, I can no longer move my right hand but I can still move my left. It's still itchy, so I scratch at it. It comes up like old plaster, the skin, and I'm forced into seeing more and more muscle. These days, small children often stare as I pass on the street. Adults do too.

small arms

I carefully unfolded the map and studied the topography of the land that lay before us. Locating our position, I turned to see two men standing at us, arms outstretched, fingers pointed in our direction. Further inspection revealed that it wasn't their fingers, but instead, guns. Rifles. No, shotguns. They said nothing and as a result, I didn't know what to do. Normally in a situation such as this, the men with guns are the ones to shout directions but today, they only stood at us.

Someday I'd like to know what their intentions were.

Sometimes I just end up feeling lost.

Usually its the times when I don't feel like I can actually express myself.

dime

A realization I've come to is that it is impossible to be recognized for something great if you are afraid of being recognized for something terrible.

It's still something I haven't come to terms with.

guitar pick in mouth

Suddenly it frightens me that I can't make out the doorframe or whether the door is open or closed. To the best of my knowledge, it may not even exist anymore.




If such is the case, I am ill prepared.

completely unedited.

EVERYONE PLAESE TAKE A NUMBER AND HOLD IT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART. THEN WOULD YOU PLEASE LOOK AT SAID NOUBMER AND PLEASE WOULD YOU ORDER OFF BY TWOS. BY TWOS, I SAY. WOULD THE NUMBER ONES IN THE GROUP PLEASE STAKND ANON YOUR HEAD AND WOULD THE TWOS IN THE GROUP APLESASEP. PLEASE WOULD THE NUMBER TWOS IN THE GROUP STAND ON THE FEET OF THE NUMBER ONES. IN THIS WAY I BELIEEVE WE WILL REAHC THE SKY. IN THIS WAY I BELIEVE WI. IN THIS WAY I BELIEVE WE WILL REACH. IN THIS WAY I BELIEVE WE WILL BE ABLT. GAH. IN THIS WAY I BELIEVE WIE. SLOW DOWN MAN. IN THIS WAY I BELIEVE WE WILL BE ABLE TO REACH THE SKY!

black

I heard the sounds of engines humming and they told me to be who I am today.
I closed my eyes to arpeggios lifting me into space.
When I opened them, everything was the same, but, more, open. Open.
I'll curl my lips (down, up) and learn what it means to LISTEN.
To KNOW.
Few people listen and even fewer really know but it's something I'd like to get better at.
We always talk in this state, you and I.
GOD IF ONLY I COULD DO THAT!
That's all I really want.Some things I don't understand:
1. This
2. That
And some other things that begin with those letters.Like telepathy or transcendental meditation or truism or truancy or tarsiers or thimbles.
But the things that I've decided about, I am in favor of. Trust me on this.

quit.syllabic

What I'll never

understand

is just how much effort

it takes to put
on your smile
and pretend to care as

much as you think
I think you
do. Keeping my doubts has

been effective
thus far in
guarding my sanity

and yet somehow,
and rather
unexpectedly, I'm




devastated.

fight club

turning my head, again, i see a flash of shadow evaporate into darkness. again.
i'm getting a bit weary of the constant ducking and dodging of these demons.
if i have something you want,
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ.
Molon Labe.
But they don't. No one comes and no one takes. I am forced to sit and wait for him to sneak across the wall again and when he does, I'll snatch him from his cloak of darkness and reveal the coward for who he is.

don't read this

I thought about this last night and wasn't going to post about it because I thought it was dumb but then today I watched a video with David Lynch and he said the same thing. I think it's a sign to post about it.
Besides. How often have I posted something retarded? (often)
Forget fear.

I thought about what makes me, me. Everything I have is called mine but what actually makes me able to possess those things? My body. My mind. My soul. Myself. No matter what I use, there's always possession taking place. How can I reach the core, ME. I own my body, it is mine. I own my mind. I own my soul and even my SELF. But as David Lynch said, the SELF is the most abstract idea you can come up with. You can't describe the self in any way, shape, or form. It is simply a combination of everything that makes me who I am. But it isn't that. There must be something deeper. Something in the darkest depths of my very being that makes me, Me. To avoid possessive pronouns, it can only be called "Me".
But I can't go any deeper. I can only settle for the abstract image of a self. And I guess I'm okay with that...

some things i like the most

I like hockey the most. And music. The low end of the musical spectrum, especially. I like art the most, in an extraordinarily wide variety. I like the unappreciated things in life. I like the sharing of real thoughts. Real, genuine opinions on things. It actually probably frustrates me the most that people rarely take the time to offer real opinions. Usually in an effort to not offend someone else. I like band shirts and going to shows. I like not being in financial gridlock. I like eating more than once a day. I like going to class but not doing homework. I like my job. I like my cat but only my one cat. I like my house. I like the way you feel somewhat weightless as an elevator stops, as well as the feeling you get when you step off an escalator. I like my mind. I like the idea of insanity. I like thinking. I like talking about thinking. I like dreams. I like being home alone. I like being in the dark. I like watching movies. In the dark. I like having things in common. I like relating to people especially when they think they're unrelatable. I like looking at things. I like static electricity. I like alternative ways of presenting ideas. I like abstract things. I like rain. I like watching snow from inside. I like thunderstorms from inside and outside. I like wind. I like trees. I like architecture and imagining about the people that built it. I like watching people do the things they do. I like wondering about technology. I like generating pictures in my head that make it easier to understand things. I like sounds. A lot of different ones. I like some words too.

it's illegal in real life

The funny thing is what we did prior to the Super Bowl.
Based on worries expressed and words of caution, my family (especially my sister) thinks it was an orgy or a drugfest or some sort of madhouse drinking party.

We played Monopoly.
The kind with electronic banking. Smooth sailing.

Within a short number of revolutions around the board I had wheeled and dealed my way into hotels on the 3rd least valuable properties (a favorite strategy of mine), I had accumulated immunities¹ on all the airports (railroads) and a 4 time immunity on the second most valuable property on the board. I also owned a small number of properties elsewhere, including both of those vicious dark blue properties near GO and had the most cash on hand in the game.

If that STUPID footieball game hadn't begun I could have taken over the corporate world in mere turns!!! TURNS I SAY!


i've always been curiously efficient at that game.

---

1. I like playing grown up because you can add all sorts of fun things into the trading process, such as immunity to rent, profit sharing, payment plans, promissory notes, property loans (with or without accumulating interest), funding, and future considerations. Nothing like turning a children's game into a cutthroat flexing of financial muscle.

Nothing

If there is one thing I've learned it is just
GO GO GO.
Things flow better that way.
Chopin in a wig.
If there is another thing I've learned its that some people just don't get as excited as I do about some things.
View down.

If there is another thing I've learned its that some people just don't get as excited as I do about some things.
View down.

But what do I know?

flies and their predecessors

as for me, I'll sit down and have a meal of artificial mashed potatoes. in the future. i can look forward to something like that. with any luck it will be a sleepless one (night) and I'll get things done. and I'll make that necessary phone call but at a normal time this time i always forget when people are supposed to be sleeping. so I'll make that phone call and then i will watch some television. and maybe even write.
i wonder how many servings my mashed potatoes will be. i don't think i have any salt. i may have butter though. definitely no gravy. certainly no milk. absolutely no steak. or meatloaf. that would be good. if i would stop being interrupted by these [insert word of choice] buzzing noises.
they all come drooling for these things like some dog for table scraps.
TABLE SCRAPS!
maybe i should learn something from them. they seem better off for it.

right align

the real mistake is complacency
unawareness.
watch them. just watch them.
all those people watching you
studying
you
the only true safety is in solitude.
somewhere they won't find you
but they'll find you.

compact discs

The other day I watched a honey bee pilot around my head, which was strange because we are in the dead of winter. Don't they hibernate? Or Die? He navigated the streams of wind with great effort and seeing my outstretched palm, landed on my fingertips. He walked to the center of my hand, raised his abdomen (thorax?)[whatever it is] and dug his stinger into my skin. That dirty piece of

Khaos

Laundry seems to be less of an important priority these days.
I'd rather collect those quarters.
Get a five dollar footlong or something instead.
Or a box of cereal maybe.
Or a whole metric ton of Ramen.
Or Tylenol^®.
Showers still matter.

Potting Legos. 222222222222

Champagne blossoms
grow from a watering
can
filled with red wine.
A cold steel chair falsely
calls
itself comfy
veiled by thin fabric sheets.
Bees!
search for honey
in all the wrong places
In
flowers bees! In
flowers! Not in pop cans.
What
they need is some
life direction. So do
I.

Syllabic Verse #1

Fly Fly Fly
If you catch my drift
You don't. I
need stamps for sending
And tape for
packaging but more
Important
Is an addressee.

Across the
way lives a man in
darkness but
I don't talk to him
(The music)
Heavy on my ears.
A rifle
could be strung but that
may be much...

More importantly
however
is my addressee.
I'll give it
to the man with a
fishbowl where
his head is.

He'll know what to do.

A Penny

Lock and load and discharge.
Sixty-fourth notes or one twenty eighth?
The fact remains an amputee.
Times four.
It's worth the brass.
I'd say.
Period.
What doesn't add up is this and this and this.
I suppose it multiplies.
Where am I?

eating lunch on a cliff

Should I?
Should I? Should I?
Should I?
Should I? Should I? Should I?
If. AND ONLY IF!
In the first place.
Because.
Because.
Because. Because.
The only true statement is that every statement is false.
Effectively falsifying itself.
And.
And.
And.
Me as well.

nonsensenonsensenonsense

Close your eyes. Don't. A man stands in the doorway. He's dressed in a black suit and tie, a bowler on his head, hands straight at his side. The room is completely dark except for a sole lamp to the left of the man, just inside the door. His face is still not visible. The pin-up girl hanging on his shoulder is, though. Straight from the posters. A song is playing. From a phonograph. The man steps into the room and the doorway behind him melts away. With it, the lamp. The phonograph continues to play, echoing light into the room. There are no windows but there is a closet door. Behind the door is a window. But the door is locked. A slug crawls across the floor, leaving slime behind. He's faster than a slug should be. Squinting makes it seem like the slug is writing something on the floor. Un-english. The man gets closer. He is a heavy breather. The phonograph continues to play. A fly buzzes. Slug crawls. Man breathes. Pin-up girl giggles. Phonograph plays. Fly buzzes. Slug crawls. Man breathes. Girl giggles. Phonograph plays. Phonograph plays. Fly. Slug. Phonograph. Man. Girl. Fly. Phonograph. Slug. Fly. Man. Girl. Slug. Phonograph. Scream. Scream. Scream.

again again

When one situates themselves like I have, it's difficult to relate to ordinary members of society. Not to say I have no friends, but rather the ones I do are not well-equipped to understand the full aspects of my conversation. Statically traversing the nation (I thought) I've met any number of people who had the ability to will. Those who wished to go out to entertain ourselves, I would politely decline without disclosing specific fiscal disasters looming ahead. Others would suggest a meal or ask for a bite of food on my person citing convenience. These I would reject or reluctantly oblige, respectively, without suggesting the evidence of three square meals opposed to a humble one. Still others invited me to alleviate struggles by short holiday, whom I would respectfully disagree under the observation of priority. A trail rarely tread, however, stumbles a few understandees who share and relate and make our journey far less isolated. There's only a few now. I can only look forward to my departure as one.

in a nutsh'll

Listen'ng to the eerie and plead'ng sounds of sil'nce I retreat 'nto a state of recluse. Noth'ng to pond'r but the anti-fortun's of our immed'te future one c'n only secede 'nto the e'er-safe confines o' psyche. To a dismay, one c'n conclude o' the pre'nce o' more than a self. Such a realizat'n negates said saf'ty.

gather

please, if you mind, if you will take your ticket to the attendee the usher please allow him to tear from it the important part leaving you with only a stub. please then herd yourselves like cattle.or.sheep. into the therd third therd there theatre on the side you don't write with.FINDASEAT FINDASEAT don't push or shove or cattle prods will be necessary. settle in settle in no eating but drinking is allowed preferably fermented unless you are under the age of you no smoking as to avoid the worst keep hands and arms inside your arm rests and please watch carefully my own my own my own.24.23.22.21.20.19.18.17.16.15.14.13.12.11.10.987654321.

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i can

Its not every day you have Rabbits.

Or parades for that matter.

Even less of the time you have Rabbits and parades and four walls of concrete imprisonment.
But more often you have at least one of those things I said.

rabbits i say'd

if i would were to do that thing i said it would be to that one righhhhht over there. righhhhhht over there. i see you. closest

to me.

right into that thing right there.

farthest from me.

UP!

OVER!

FLY!

FLY!

INTO YOU

THERE!

CRA

SHBA

NGDES

TROY!
but i won't do that. ill just wait patiently.
if it were me saying those things possibly maybe i would do that thing. but its only me.
its not that i'm afraid to d raw roses its only that i m nervous to do.
because

because

because

sometimes (today)

i can't tell if i have a headache or just

tired...