just listen again

They didn’t have Jameson.
Be good at what you can be good at.
What if you’re good at raping boys?
That’s the genius and tragedy of the double helix.
You’re so Lawful Neutral.
.... will you shut up with your DnD alignments.
...
Fucking dork.

my favourite

purple dark gray dark grey purple light gray
purple dark ray dar kray purple light ray
purple dark gray dark grey purple light grey

gas mileage cunt

oh fuck you precious.
you pretty stupid character
beauty, fuck you too.

to know it is to kill it

guilt depends on eye
witness testimony, but you
blind trust implicit.

con done

precious caterers
claim various shoulders as
french service genders
then again a
blame incoherent
finishes

lame duck

-alright bailey, here it is...

(use the ignore function. )

even though i have the ignore function... -ok, wait, i don't want to hear it back-

-you're gonna call her.

-no. because i feel right now like i felt when i quit smoking

-you mean when you went around to everyone asking for smokes?

-...rats

-haha!

birdie num num

swing the club softly
eighty percent of your strength
for straighter ball flight

frog and the scorpion

-sorry, i forgot if you said one or two sugars.

-thanks. don't worry, this is fine.

-...

-...

-i'm just not attracted to people that are attracted to me. what can i tell you?

wolf the nibs

new world old world
candy makes it easier
old views, new windows
but i like your
records.

dial m for pocky (syndication cheapens us)

the unsuspecting pals enjoyed their pocky, without anxiety, until...
gotcha'! give us the pocky!
run for it!
leave me, save yourself!
stupid pumpkin. you should have given us the pocky!
the end.

run from crushes (redux)

through handling, objects are refined. sometimes, they are taken for granted. subjected to garage sales or abandoned apartments. when asked, people say the one thing they'd take from their burning home would be their photoalbums. Their pictures.

i would pick my guitar because i could probably get $2000 for it* and that'd be a stake. pictures can't buy coffee. but that's a negative side of me. anyway, you're lucky if you got a house to burn. god be praised. though his purpose seem vague.

you get better with a thing the longer you get to be with it. but you can come to hate a thing too, the more you know it. the more mysteries it surrenders, the more disappointed we get. to know it is to kill it.


*assuming that the force majeur was local and not global and that usual economies would remain in play.

best things are taken

my phone messages
are killing all over town
but at what expense?

here i go again

yes, metal lovers, that's a whitesnake reference. shameover, futilitarian, bitterati, karmageddon. these words are more or less the story of the last ten years. i didn't make them up. But i've been surrounded by them and i believe in them. look, they're not everything. everything can't be everything, as my niece pointed out to me while wriggling backwards along the marble floor, wolfing nibs. it's a sad thing when kids make you tired. but then again, kids have no idea what's about to happen.

out of character

it's true.

i just can't believe it. you really did it?

yep.

i didn't think you had it in you.

well, now she does.

nice!