7 Updates on Worthless Emo
1.) I have been recruiting an army of (Hot) Non Profit workers. We like to go skinny dipping and talk about the unstoppable turquoise sexuality.
2.) I’ve started going to a cruisy gym for low income humans. The thought of remembering really sort of sickens me at this point, in long term memory, and muscle memory alike; I like to do my cruisy workout with my eyes closed. It is nice and refreshing to discover the value of bodies all over again (especially if you were a dumbfuck, like me, last time you were in shape).
Hurray for introverts.
3.) While camping, for the first time since I was 14, with Savant Linux Developing Fire-Poker Boy, I finished reading my first philosophy book. (I bet all of you thought I’d finished lots of these!). I took my crown, jeweled with many smelly victory socks, and set it on fire. Logic on the mind and memory was a nice way to end a phase.
Past lives clearly are not real.
I will always smell like a hobo; King Hobo, but I will be wearing much better clothes because my kingdom deserves better than to not.
4.) All my soul mates are perfect for me, and they can run fast. I have to use a lot of distractions and sharp turns to have them break orbit; into oblivion. I love my Chaos Muppet Fucktard; which belongs no poems, no inspiration, and no philosophy. We are opposites, and because I am amazing he is, then, fucking retarded. And I am not embarrassed. Not for a second am I scared to share with this soulless little world.
5.) My people have forced me into a cyclic commentary that usually contains the doom-data on everything.
I am challenging myself to change vocabulary. Stefani Germanotta is not my Mother. Stefani Germanotta is not my friend, or or even my best friend. Stefani Germanotta is going to die, eventually; why, then, do humans even bother with anything one-variable declaration which can only be filled by certain sets of data? I say Gaga everything. Experiment.
People who get too close to me usually go crazy and plummet to their death, still, and I find it easier if I give them names.
6.) I found myself ready to kiss a lady, yes a real lady, for the first time the other day. We were alone in the rocks, carrying the fire along, while all the babes were still in the water. We found spare rain jackets for everyone too
as a downpour began.
She told me that she had just broken up with her girlfriend and needed to be alone.
I looked at the firepit, taking it in for all it was as the water found its way between the seams, my face, through each crevice and curve, right down to my heart.
It felt nice,
kind of cooled me down.
7.) I plan to be a lot more active both in frequency and quality on Wordsmoker. I can’t say when or how, except that I have been crying over my unfinished university degrees.
I kept wondering where my interests would form, but everyone I met just sort of gave me a sick-face. If, in this power-play, everyone used me up and disregarded me; like, how sick it might be to know just how much knowledge in collective is out there remaining inaccessible. Nobody in my family has ever earned more than 28,000 a year with two dependant Satan’s spawn, and I have to keep walking this sort of reality.
I don’t let anyone get away with calling me smart, especially in a world that just doesn’t do–smart. It’s illogical, as far as systems theory trickles down social contracts.
I still have no interest to get my driver’s license, to be published, or to further any writing agenda. I started a book, but when it came alive (looked at me) I killed it.
I feel much more symmetrical here than in school and when I am lost in my head, so thank you for however this comes about…