and we dance like this back and forth, hurting eachother for no apparent reason other than to feel better about our shortcomings as humans.

Yes, Back, Over, Um, No, Yes, Behind the Tree

everyone is so busy looking forward they don't look back to see what triggered the effects of all of this commotion? shit doesn't just happen, it's a result of your behavior. maybe its too much work to figure out what's going on? let's just fucking party and hope everything works out okay? of course it will, i'm checking out, disconnecting the cables, taking the blue pill and not the red, shooting guns and buying stock, making big plans while i munch on my super low calorie lettuce wrapped washed down with protein muscle milk so my ripped abs can gather mass amounts of beautiful women to claw and come to me at every beckoning, living the good life and spending what i don't have, getting backstage and making out with the groupies.

civilization will fall and i will be the first one to witness it.

if i'm not getting a blowjob from the Juicy model as i sip on this fine champagne and ride my hummer limo into oblivion.
.
they don't realize how cheesy, fake and just utter bullshit their lives are. how transparent and without personality.. they posses nothing more than reproductive organs and a fucking smile... it's fucking everywhere and somehow, these people just don't understand anything outside of their boundaries.

oh man, and when they do try to step out of their boundaries, they are so out of place that they just latch onto other people to see what they are doing.. for god's sakes man, find your own way and quit being another cookie cutter bullshit AMERICAN.

some people just don't get it.
and they never will..

fuck, that's even sadder than me.

Enough of this Sappy Shit, Let's put a Little Fire In our Belly

scotch drunk
both
fumbling in the dark
long blue mass of car
parked on her lawn with
one headlight hanging out of it's socket
"tell me about it bud"
i motioned to the car
hearing the pins click
as the key pushing in door
a forecast
for moments to come
her dogs rush me
and i fall flat on my ass
as they lick my face
"you filthy, filthy animals"
smiling
she reaches down and helps me up
guiding into the bedroom
as the dogs pitter patter behind
us
we slowly undress and slide together under
cold sheets
sharing stories and experiences, lovers pillow talk
my face is right up against hers
suddenly
she licks my face
and i am taken back
...
i go with it, and lift myself over her
it's hot and animalistic
i begin to sweat and growl
she moans small whimpers of fragile innocence
i hear pitter patter
bulldog named "Devo"
jumps onto the bed
and begins to lick my ass
i push him away,
but the little bastard keeps licking me,
finally i push him off the bed, and she frowns
"sorry"
back to the thrusting
it's getting good
i could feel her vagina closing in on my penis
hugging it tight
she turns to jello in my hands
as i support the back of her head and kiss eachother
until our lips swell
the dog again
that persistent little shit
this time
fucking my leg
i cannot concentrate,
so i flip over and let her ride me
she is tall
with pierced nipples and short scruffy hair
suddenly
dog
licking her tits
i push him away
and she says,
"no, it's cool"
...
...
...
i go with it.

For 5 Minutes, I can Be Alone with the Gods

it seems,
the only time one can feel at peace is
when he is here in front,
of this wretched machine.
spouting out images and words,
lines get crossed, dabbed and drivel
pours,
out of every pore.
i feel the hair falling out of my head onto
the flat smooth keys
pulsating with me.
and
we dance together like this each night as
i feel you up,
feel you down.
but for all of these frail moments before
sleep eats me alive
there is a small rush
building
in me
that cocaine
speed
or coffee
had ever supported me.
for those 5 minutes watching
the cursor blink and waiting for the air
to be sucked out of my personal space
light headed floating palms into gelatin mass.
it's beautiful.
it's me

-don't venture far out enough that you can't find your way back. those who lose it easy get lost in the shuffle of life.
-it's the shit that happens in sitcoms and everyone laughs at it. but you never want it to happen to you in real life.
-you have to prove to me that you are okay to feed.
-life with one leg is merely a limp
-it's okay to do stupid things, it's not okay to do them when you notice they are wrong.
-i got no problem lifting sand out of my dune each morning to make it, i actually enjoy it.

Ali.

i looked up just in time to see Ali walking towards the door. i had been secretly watching her out of the corner of my eye, just being casual, not drawing too much attention, other than the fact that i was chewing on my tie, but that's natural when a guy with too much time on his hands spots a lovely lady across the restaurant. as she approached the door, the sun reflecting off of the cars parked along the curb etched her shadow into the ground with so much depth that i almost lost myself in it. i had to squint in order to make out the hourglass shape she left burned into the concrete floor.

i would never see her again. she would never know about the moment i shared with her, and i'm sure if she did, the weirdness in it would turn to creepiness and i would automatically be dismissed as a potential mate.

don't go near that boy, he's an "undesirable". weird and slightly off, damaged goods, bad fruit, mal carne and deeply devoted to nothingness.

moments later it began to rain. i drank the rest of my beer and stepped outside into the storm and let it engulf me.