an hour well wasted
Monday, December 29, 2014
Coupon Bandit Shoelace Snowflake
four more posts and I'm done posting here, four more to reach a hundy.
Now I'm on to other things like music making and wearing fundies,
The underwear for couples at play and eating sundaes don't go together or do they?
Stood in front of a very tiny crowd, spoke my thoughts and disappeared into a cloud of smoke,
I did not choke, my throat was like a roaring lion, and the words that I wrote had meaning that poked,
At the very being of those in earshot, if something is opaque is it clear that it is not?
my hands are washed of all the things I did and said, no matter the cost.
My pizza and me are both heavily sauced.
Just getting to learn this fame thing, gotta get a grip.
Like a hot cup of tea you can't gulp, you gotta take a sip.
Like a long pee you waited to take when you're on a road trip.
Just a few of these things I can compare, just a few of these things I cannot share.
Holy moly, I like to soley digress back to the thing that originally made me depressed,
it's not there right now, and hasn't been for a little while,
In the cabinet of my mood I can't seem to find the file,
with the paper that had meaning and the vacuum made for cleaning,
particularly its particular, if you stood adjacent you'd be perpendicular.
you know what just face it, you're a shin sickle splinter left from the residue of a banana foot sprinter.
split the difference and send it into space with the garbage and the fodder and the rest of the place.
what do I care anymore, I could leave it all behind.
if there's me just by myself can I use a two can dine?
Now I'm on to other things like music making and wearing fundies,
The underwear for couples at play and eating sundaes don't go together or do they?
Stood in front of a very tiny crowd, spoke my thoughts and disappeared into a cloud of smoke,
I did not choke, my throat was like a roaring lion, and the words that I wrote had meaning that poked,
At the very being of those in earshot, if something is opaque is it clear that it is not?
my hands are washed of all the things I did and said, no matter the cost.
My pizza and me are both heavily sauced.
Just getting to learn this fame thing, gotta get a grip.
Like a hot cup of tea you can't gulp, you gotta take a sip.
Like a long pee you waited to take when you're on a road trip.
Just a few of these things I can compare, just a few of these things I cannot share.
Holy moly, I like to soley digress back to the thing that originally made me depressed,
it's not there right now, and hasn't been for a little while,
In the cabinet of my mood I can't seem to find the file,
with the paper that had meaning and the vacuum made for cleaning,
particularly its particular, if you stood adjacent you'd be perpendicular.
you know what just face it, you're a shin sickle splinter left from the residue of a banana foot sprinter.
split the difference and send it into space with the garbage and the fodder and the rest of the place.
what do I care anymore, I could leave it all behind.
if there's me just by myself can I use a two can dine?
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Hash Tag F Ewe
I'm on a never ending mission to better myself, better my health, and fatten my wealth.
I don't know what tomorrow brings as it's often cloaked with insidious stealth.
Not even could the minds of shaman near or far depict the aww when the incredulous narcissist befell his own reflection on the surface of a puddle he soon then fell in trying to kiss it in secret.
Made a step closer towards existentialism, meaningless really, no matter how hard you try you'll always end up feeling silly, or guilty or whatever, does it really make it better?
Do you know how to stitch or knit a sweater? Do you know how to remove old caulking? Can you refit a pipe? are you a go getter?
Cause I am, and I can, and I will and just when you feel like you're done I'll come back like that lukewarm bucket of clams. Chow dare you ask about the scent that I left, when I crept and I slipped on that thing with the stuff in the back of the place with the vague sense of proportion.
These are the words that my brains just apportioned all over the screen with a sick sense of sentence and an eager lack of accountability. Just accept them as neutral, no need for hostility.
I don't know what tomorrow brings as it's often cloaked with insidious stealth.
Not even could the minds of shaman near or far depict the aww when the incredulous narcissist befell his own reflection on the surface of a puddle he soon then fell in trying to kiss it in secret.
Made a step closer towards existentialism, meaningless really, no matter how hard you try you'll always end up feeling silly, or guilty or whatever, does it really make it better?
Do you know how to stitch or knit a sweater? Do you know how to remove old caulking? Can you refit a pipe? are you a go getter?
Cause I am, and I can, and I will and just when you feel like you're done I'll come back like that lukewarm bucket of clams. Chow dare you ask about the scent that I left, when I crept and I slipped on that thing with the stuff in the back of the place with the vague sense of proportion.
These are the words that my brains just apportioned all over the screen with a sick sense of sentence and an eager lack of accountability. Just accept them as neutral, no need for hostility.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
The truth about me
Everyone's got a story to tell, my story is about me and how I'm so freaking swell.
Not true, I made that up, I'm ungrateful and a schlep.
I take people and situations forgranted, Easily often I'm misunderstanded.
Stood is the right text, I know I'm obnoxious.
I feel like something's owed to me, I'm everything but cautious.
I'm self serving, misgiving, relentless, and absurd.
Quite often I speak monotone and yell when I'm not heard.
I have goals, and interests that quite often I stray from,
The reason is that I'm somewhat scared if ever I complete them.
People see me as pretentious,condescending and cocky,
I see me as an asshole whose more than often sloppy.
My lack of friends would be a tell tale sign that I'm not social in any kind.
The situation is as stated, I can count on one hand the number of girls I've ever dated.
I'm a loser, a loner, a no body and has been stoner.
Not cool at all, I tell myself I've got balls, but do I really?
Unsure of my place in this life or the next,
Sometimes I'm quite certain I stuck in a gypsies hex.
I suck at most things I do, I'd love to be better, hell wouldn't you?
The difference however is that I'm willing to admit it,
Shit if you were right in front of me I'd easily spit it.
I'm at the bottom, maybe one or two pegs up.
As far as I go, got nothing but room to fill in this cup.
I aspire to be better, I'll even settle for the best, and when that day comes I'll put my skills to the test.
But until then you must settle for plain ol regular me.
The asshole no one cares about, or ever goes to see.
Not true, I made that up, I'm ungrateful and a schlep.
I take people and situations forgranted, Easily often I'm misunderstanded.
Stood is the right text, I know I'm obnoxious.
I feel like something's owed to me, I'm everything but cautious.
I'm self serving, misgiving, relentless, and absurd.
Quite often I speak monotone and yell when I'm not heard.
I have goals, and interests that quite often I stray from,
The reason is that I'm somewhat scared if ever I complete them.
People see me as pretentious,condescending and cocky,
I see me as an asshole whose more than often sloppy.
My lack of friends would be a tell tale sign that I'm not social in any kind.
The situation is as stated, I can count on one hand the number of girls I've ever dated.
I'm a loser, a loner, a no body and has been stoner.
Not cool at all, I tell myself I've got balls, but do I really?
Unsure of my place in this life or the next,
Sometimes I'm quite certain I stuck in a gypsies hex.
I suck at most things I do, I'd love to be better, hell wouldn't you?
The difference however is that I'm willing to admit it,
Shit if you were right in front of me I'd easily spit it.
I'm at the bottom, maybe one or two pegs up.
As far as I go, got nothing but room to fill in this cup.
I aspire to be better, I'll even settle for the best, and when that day comes I'll put my skills to the test.
But until then you must settle for plain ol regular me.
The asshole no one cares about, or ever goes to see.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Destiny don't fail me now
I best be getting more than a singular view, the words I be laying down,
The shiz that I do. If you can spew it out better, then good on you.
All I be saying is that I best be getting some freaking viewage.
Even a caveman a million years ago gets a thousand views a day with his cave paintings and so,
I feel there's some sort of intelligence be it fast or be it slow.
With the information super highway in existence now, There's probably people in remote areas of the world who can see all the things that I write and how it is I disagree.
Ain't no martyr yet because I'm still alive and living like that barter of somewhere whose gone away been driven. My lack of success is of no avail, it's not like I'm trying to win when I fail.
I know I'm significant, It's the world that fails to see it, go back a many posts and through reading you can see it. I got the magical talent bequeathed upon my being, perhaps it's you whose lackluster view may lackadaisically slack through it.
Too many people are lazy these days, I'm losing my patience, I'm thinking there's ways to overcome the distinction between normalcy and superb, I want to be the one who makes everyone else deterred.
I already look the part, all I need now is an in and before you know it I'll be where I'm destined.
The shiz that I do. If you can spew it out better, then good on you.
All I be saying is that I best be getting some freaking viewage.
Even a caveman a million years ago gets a thousand views a day with his cave paintings and so,
I feel there's some sort of intelligence be it fast or be it slow.
With the information super highway in existence now, There's probably people in remote areas of the world who can see all the things that I write and how it is I disagree.
Ain't no martyr yet because I'm still alive and living like that barter of somewhere whose gone away been driven. My lack of success is of no avail, it's not like I'm trying to win when I fail.
I know I'm significant, It's the world that fails to see it, go back a many posts and through reading you can see it. I got the magical talent bequeathed upon my being, perhaps it's you whose lackluster view may lackadaisically slack through it.
Too many people are lazy these days, I'm losing my patience, I'm thinking there's ways to overcome the distinction between normalcy and superb, I want to be the one who makes everyone else deterred.
I already look the part, all I need now is an in and before you know it I'll be where I'm destined.
Flying Buttress
Here it is once again, I have achieved a state of failure. Just like before, but a little more, I've hit the floor with grandeur. I've found out though that my self respect is so much that I'm willing, to do and say the things you think but you're never able to go through with for fear of repercussions.
I will attest to my progress, I'm nowhere near where I once was. They treat me like dirt, as if their words, they don't hurt, when inside the cuts build up over time. As the transgression takes place, stay outta my face because anger is all I project in the place of the positive that was once there.
I feel like I can't talk to you, words are useless, actions speak louder but can be seen as acts of foolishness. All attempts made in vain, pointless like an unsharpened pencil used for the greatest sketch ever drawn.
I've came I've seen I've nearly conquered, which in turn has left me for a taste somewhat like a moniker you use when you're loosely based loyalty is also your unbecoming, yeah they're onto you. I'm also onto you, so don't think for a second you're onto me, cause them, and you plus me makes three.
I will attest to my progress, I'm nowhere near where I once was. They treat me like dirt, as if their words, they don't hurt, when inside the cuts build up over time. As the transgression takes place, stay outta my face because anger is all I project in the place of the positive that was once there.
I feel like I can't talk to you, words are useless, actions speak louder but can be seen as acts of foolishness. All attempts made in vain, pointless like an unsharpened pencil used for the greatest sketch ever drawn.
I've came I've seen I've nearly conquered, which in turn has left me for a taste somewhat like a moniker you use when you're loosely based loyalty is also your unbecoming, yeah they're onto you. I'm also onto you, so don't think for a second you're onto me, cause them, and you plus me makes three.
Jerp of tout
Funked is the mind of the child who is behind those eyes that look out unto unseen probability.
Strings are left unwinding with the withering of life as the spirit of your presence is squandered until fully squelched in which case, good luck with everything.
Jerp.
Spent is the loan which was given for a time of which it is unbeknownst when the payback will be received, or even retrieved.
Untold are the thoughts which spiral out of control inside of my head am i becoming my own troll? to toil in the pity I wallow upon myself as I look as past accomplishments I've placed above my health.
Interest is what I lack in your polygamous exasperation you entertain whilst explaining yourself, sorry I'm unenthusiastic, its becoming undazzling, the way you pounce around and tout your past expressions turned to doilies of which stains are used to cover.
Strings are left unwinding with the withering of life as the spirit of your presence is squandered until fully squelched in which case, good luck with everything.
Jerp.
Choices
I am torn between the options placed in front of my face with an insatiable urge to make the choice of whether or not to be discouraged when i make the wrong one which quite often i do, its a learning curve I cant seem to steer through.
I'm deciding my fate at this very minute, every minute choice I make has to spin it in such a way I can't see three moves ahead; should I be making gingerbread, or just staying in bed? Some days i ask myself cause the answers to these questions are seated on the mantle of my mental shelf inside of my head.
There are other times the answer I seek is standing right in front of me, either way I'm forced to go toe to toe with my self and my actions, I'm the one who will know the direction I take, but I only see place I've arrived afterwards, at what stake?
Quickly I garble two thoughts into a single sentence with which I'm even unsure as to what I mean. Exponentially I decide to quantify my own life views onto you.
Quickly I garble two thoughts into a single sentence with which I'm even unsure as to what I mean. Exponentially I decide to quantify my own life views onto you.
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