January 30, 2013 in Valentine's Day Love Contest
The plan was to head over to Fucktard’s for the evening. His mom picked me up, and then later she stupidly left me alone with him. (Dumb ass bitch! I don’t understand parents; they think they’re helping and encouraging their kids to have some romantic time by leaving them alone. It’s the worst thing anyone could do considering it’s us — somebody usually almost dies every time.)
Fucktard attacked me! I was having a glass of water and eating a banana when he started throwing boxes at me until I fell down and my glass shattered everywhere. I was on the floor lying on a bunch of glass, and then Fucktard came up to me and took my banana out of my hand, while laughing hysterically at the sight of me squirming around on top of a bunch of glass shards. He started throwing pieces of banana at me. He put banana in my hair, and between my toes. I should have expected this. I had been caught off guard, I had gotten lazy, and I had little slivers of glass in my arms and hands. As I struggled to get up he flung little pieces of mashed up banana into my face. Read the rest of this entry →
August 9, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry
Grounding of Flies
A shining evidence that emotion,
that swarming human experience,
is quite afraid of flat symptoms.
I thought about substance
in all that I set fire to
a shape changes,
I must consist
of some finite invincibility.
The flies and the flat
as Socrates recalls flattery.
As far as aesthetics dress,
in as much a burning,
I change all the time
realizing it doesn’t much matter
the condition; while at war
I feel alive.
June 26, 2012 in 20 Things About Me, Personal, Rants, Wordsmoker
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. Read the rest of this entry →
June 26, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry
May 31, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry
I thought I was communicating
over a spread corpse of linguistic philosophy.
But somewhere forgetful
to all life
there is some movement to be made.
All my other senses calibrated,
like balancing on a new height. Read the rest of this entry →
May 18, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry
a Salamander here
looking at me
up from the womb
–so, little dragon
I can see everywhere.
An immaculate crystalline eye
in all a molecule;
self organize a minimum.
In so many hearts, one I’ve
forgotten the sense.
A senseless, however perfect, construction.
May 12, 2012 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction
Beneath a surface of lavender, I am wet.
My head remains drifting, a child of the tub. I have fallen asleap three times now. Bobbing up, I regret the air. I reach for my notes, then for my phone. I knock over a toothbrush and a dish that has been dirty for over a week. The entire night has been avoided. Read the rest of this entry →
April 17, 2012 in Politics, Rants
“Anorexia nervosa is an eating disorder characterized by excessive food restriction and fear, irrational fear of gaining weight, and a distorted body self-perception” –Wiki
Self Esteem Self Esteem Self Esteem! I Say. And North Korea!
Self Esteem is an evaluation of worth, but being a Worthless Emo I would also write a book on the topic. I will not be writing a book on the topic. Read the rest of this entry →