funny thoughts and silly ideas blossomed like flowers in his head. he thought it was a fungal overgrowth once. but he plucked them like feathers and threw them at everyone for the heck of it. you laughed when it hit you usually and was nicer to the next person you bumped into. maybe it was a fungal overgrowth. #flowerpower
…if while like silly thoughts that attempted. Is it just ticking by or those wasting or killing or for what expressions may? left like a cog so like the one that fits right in the grand scheme wants of (things) the poetic innovative ways combo and who am i reallys. Now. Movements, role models… someone else to chime in with an ‘i don’t know either…”
you waited at a crosswalk once, trying to cross the street. Nothing big, just a moment from pressing a button and waiting. Just another way to belittle in a… -all of a sudden it’s like winds blown by the… (belittle as in a humbling)
in such a backwords, lessons my dear
and you surrounded by an impending
something along steering,
a whimper, an echo, a something with a
it’s hard to be when you,
try from, i
Not like trying to win
and next to look like
admit you are
It isn’t what you meant,
because you have this,
when I come back to laugh, and help out is my signal.
goofy noises o
global warming meant spicy, like hot sauce, not bikini’s. unless you mean bikini atol, cause it’s gonna get hot all cool. nookie winter is coming. i think it’s just code for the 1 percent to run and take cover. a head start.
so people dying, shootings, satanic variety hour these days. i was trying to write about apples and oranges and accidentally shot through time, to understand subatomic molecular transducing, my strange sex life, and boobies. like the great seals of approval, we got navy seals and seals for the gates of hell. (i try to avoid saying hello sometimes, so i say the f word.) A pink nimbus lingered once and crabs. I talk with people from another day, we flirt. and boom. we always knew the end was near, it was a thing mentioned fondly. i made a conductor wand from parts of excaliber and found an old boot that was in a russian soup once. it was like a countdown. i caught things. i used to run from things because i didn’t give a shit. i’m doing that better. so a strange sexlife can one day be avenged he guessed, heheh. the dorkier i get, the less joy you’ll have eating my dust. i smiled many times today. yaaaay! muster bait. grazi, it was cute of you to try. 8bit megaman was still schooling me on plasma bursts and rush his dog and roll, his cute sister. he ate his enemies and jacked their shit. eat, merge, obtuse tango. omitochondria electrons flat7up crescendo comin in too fast. -from stacata steps of a goofier nonsense. fencing, parrying, countering. he wasn’t good at blocking.
it’s all about the ass. and i mean another thing. i remember an arrowhead to goddess nike and a redcopper penny. my first crush from this line. ..an inch off the tips of her hair around midnight everynight.
lasers!! they shot me with lazers from their mock boobies! he edited later.
Playing the keys so soft, a heavy chord. I’ve felt many many things but the one thing I’ve felt only once in my life in a significant style was beautiful. As a man, it feels strange to say that. You can keep your money and your dreams and your bouts of happiness and contentment. I’ve tried all those and many more but to try for that beautiful life all the ornaments that come up by the waist trickle away. What do you want in life? Just eyeballing it. A cello and a violin. A long life is meaningless in a drowned city with people charring the sidewalks just to be okay. Happiness is as vague as love and I am not bitter.
reposted from black pyramid
Let me tell you about eggs. I spent 2 months sleeping. I went to bed at 7pm. I’d wake up close to noon, maybe later. I had migranes, never had migranes before. I got them from sleeping. Everybody loves talking about sleep.
When I was out of bed i rode a bicycle. I rebuilt it, speedy red color. I cycled because I needed a reason to get out of bed because of migraines from sleep. I didn’t cycle far, my muscles were getting used to it. I’d be at the pond writing, just so i could spend time somewhere other than in my bed. I tried to get home by bedtime. Aside from suicide this was the best I could disappear from the world.
but eggs. white, brown, organic or not don’t matter. Skillet, Spatula, eggs, skillet, and some milk.
Whisk eggs with milk
pour the eggs into the HOT skillet slowly scrambling simultaneously. It cooks the eggs faster.
Give the eggs a little brownness from the oil
and the milk will have made the eggs really fluffy
Try green onions next time if you liked it. Taking the time to cook a couple of eggs in the morning is my advice to anyone that wanted to try rebuilding their life again. middle-aged, down on cash and don’t have any friends you can think of calling… get the eggs, asshole! We gotta fix you, fast!
Take the time and care to cook some really good looking eggs and then cleaning up before you eat. And that’s how you’re going to rebuild your ship, sailor. Remembering to tidy up the loose things on and around your world, you’d look like you were dancing and fixing your life.
Because I know that world you’re left in, sitting on a plastic lawn chair after turning down suicide. My first thought with the hammer in my hand was, “well, i just spared my own life.” I didn’t know what I was going to do with the hammer anyway. But how do you use a second chance like that. Probably retrieve all the notes. And cook a couple of eggs. I call ’em Pardon Eggs.
i used to laugh at myself to kinda encourage myself to push on, now my laughter is a rare commodity that i developed a respect for. my jokes strike fear and funny bones and the sense of urgency that followed me around keeps it’s distance
i’ve been slowly getting sicker the last few months. apparently the awesome conversations i have in my head that i play off as potential script dialogue lines to jot down, and split personalities. it was just me and drunk me at first. his name’s gene. then two new roommates moved in. it’s cool cause one’s a girl. the other one is like kramer, but is good at easing tension. i haven’t spoken in a month and that came about by accident! turns out i can hash out a seemingly normal life without saying a damn thing. i keep multiple journals and write. but they conversations are fast, and they don’t pause.
i tried to sing along to a song while i was riding my bike. i have a beautiful girl voice now. quitting drinking made me feel like a pretty girl. but i am so casual with mental meltdowns and identity crisis and morbidity now. i say hi to the women on pornsites before i do the deed.
help is hard to come by because i have to be cold and unfeeling in order to seem gracious. but instead treading carefully, without a word, i just jumped into the fray. the journals, this blog kinda became a journal for em now and then too, is gonna make for the greatest story i don’t think anyone will read. i’m just a cool weapon, baby.