Can it get any easier?
Vedantic voyage,
Scrawling space, caught up against the wind.
I’m going to find out if I’m really alive.
Reciting the prosperous community with my fellowship.
“And now you’re running away from me?”
Why Should I End My State Of Mind?
Why Should I End My State Of Mind?
Don’t forget that brave moving we had into the dreary. I know it’s easy, we did it yesterday. That narrative without a plot we plowed against across in our own masturbation. I suppose you can’t see it, that love letter I never sent because I didn’t have an address. So many [“Dear…”] that I couldn’t contemplate.
But to that anonymity, I cry: “Why should I end my state of mind?”
Titular Edification be Damned
Manager asks before I’ve clocked in, if I closed last night, “McGirk was here, he said he talked to a host about something, blah blah blah.”
I said, “No,” I don’t know a fucking McGirk,
Sat at table 24 alone ate something fast
Began working, hosting @ Teds but this time on some expansive plateau of stairs.
The menus were mostly always dark on one side like something would be eclipsed in some…
Dreary Disco Rejection
Saw a lot of things die last night, most were already dead. Was scared a lot. Visions scaring me into coming back to this.
Strange interactions last night…dreams caught up in becoming some caliphate of my own despair.
Caught up fighting over some painting tool with those who would steal it from me.
I fretted the face of an elderly man on a dog and watched it rot away.
Eyes were held wide and…
Nobody Takes A Swing
So retire the rampart wings
Take us down into the whisper
Sell us the noose,
This is the next to last song.
Take your swing,
You got to sympathize, everything,
The weight of complaints are retired,
The direction is alright,
The idea is self-sufficient,
“Take that swing, Boy!”
So Preverse in Idle Gestures
So preverse in idle gestures
There is no relief.
I need some relief,
So I force it onto the sound of music;
I keep under myself in my bed.
Broken sheets of impolite impositions,
Crisp apple strudels, and schnitzel with noodles,
107 steps to those Gallows down night,
Down drought and dimly lit raptures,
Wearing jackets in the rain, smoking cigarettes,
Spilling all the red wine, the smell of bleach,
Am I Such A Terrible Influence?
Dreamed about a bit of an awkward situation where I ended up fighting a series of authority figures. Each desperately harangued me over the smallest details of my life.
“What’s that powder?”
“This? This is a holistic approach to the concrete.”
“Well, don’t waist your time or my child’s.”
“This is medicine. No wounds are meant to be left open…I don’t need to slow down & I definitely don’t need…
And Yet, I Find It Unexpectedly Gracious of God To Place Paranoia So Enveloped In Darkness
And Yet, I Find It Unexpectedly Gracious of God To Place Paranoia So Enveloped In Darkness
Greetings:
Returning to PhantomWigTheory,
A.K.A.: God’s brain, Joker’s conscience, Vasudeva’s River, and Reality’s “Standalone Complex” (a structuralist epitaph for duality [Why not bother to believe in sameness?])
Returning from blogging for a spell; in general!
Especially from desktop computers!
In these pseudo-extreme circumstances, general aesthetics as well as the unraveling of infinite…
Flowers for Argenon
If you want a taste, help yourself,
Be broken against the faint smarts
The shallow mazes of a canonical laughter
Reciting the press, confusing the rest–
Told reminders of an emergent quest;
Help the Gonzo out in the rain, sick–nursed-
Dope Dizzy tunes, MJQ breast and Woody Agent Orange curse,
& no one liked the Vietnam War; corrupt diamonds in the world
Bleeding progress reports! Attend the…
Current States Leave Me From The Mall
Syncopated, I’m just a foolhardy enemy.
Shivering, the low is doomed.
Entombed, network with the spirit,
Be impassioned against the dream of another heaven–
Des nitchs has stacked it’s chips
Dying in mycelium repetitions.
“The thought” is replaced with toys
& Batman was your best Friend,
I Thought That Socialization Was Conventional For A Long Time: Multiple Personalities
I have a lot of reasons to stand up and put my hands up on my wrists and laugh.
I have many sides and none of them are tangerines.
Why wander into this baphomet statue and revere your focus in and out of control in cowardice?
I’d say because you can.
