cheese burg storm

Guten tang to my German buddies
Hola if your in Spain
konichi wa to the Japanese
hello seems kind of lame

Ne how to the Chinese
bonjour to le Francophones
bonjourno e Italiana
and that is all I know.

If your reading this from another language and you like what it is you see, if youd like to say hello please do as I don't disagree.

All languages and customs are welcomed just as long as they have interesting stories and the songs to go along with and the lyrics aren't as boring as me on a rant...are you snoring?

I want 47 holidays all in just one month, times that by twelve and gee I'm stumped that's like 267 or something holidays a year. All of them paid of course, on weekdays have no fear.

Weekends are when you work but they're 20 hour shifts. And weve kinda slashed minimum wage in half, okay a quarter... no a fifth.

We don't use the words OT round here we have coffee breaks and often cheer. My motive here is just aware to me allowed to listen and stare into oblivion as you sit there upon your couch or computer chair, sit up you're starting to slouch.

Yes you, right there. I'm talking to you and if you dare reach into the pail and pull out a slippery eel, that was the deal we made at the top where you got mcdonalds mcdoubles always hit the spot.

Peace out

Dear planet Earth I'm considering a leave of absence, I'll leave my contents at the door so it's easy to come grab it.

I used to think the world was magical now I know that magic was actually the child I used to be, he is no longer, hence the lackluster reality I now squat in with a shred of the hope and the tears I monger, but i thought I was quite deep and im stronger than before. Without a doubt I will continue to be meek, and conjure lore.

It's so profound, the words you heard from my mind they leak, the verbs I slur with such slippery sounds; careful don't get hurt. Everybody who tries to get near me ends up an insatiable dessert.

I'm not really Caucasian though you'd think so from my skin. I am a melting pot of possibility and potential that's been thinned by the undertones of instability, and sour notes of apathy.

My mood is captive but I'm not captivated see, this heres closed caption from my brain. It brings me nothing really, does that make me insane? It makes me feel quite silly, this conundrum is a drain, I hope it's not all in vain.

Crafty business all this pairing words to be heard but it doesn't seem to get read, it's really quite absurd. Maybe after I'm dead I'll receive the praise I so long for. When I can't really use it, how long will I have to be gone for?

lost track

Yup in turn I did it;
Didn't take a proper go;
Crossed my ts dotted my i's;
Gave into not wearing diguises;

My whole world's about to blow;
As I'm as fine as wine but my glasses are quite dirty;
so, I'm about to throw my cash out the window; widows stash no window sill it's a silly name I say it still;

I say things in vain does that make it vanity?;
Even still my mind is insanity but organized individually;
According to deliberately placed ads and their delivery I'm sure to buy things I don't need;
equivocally there's no derivative of my auxiliary exception being I'm convinced that there's a distillery;

Where is this going?;
I've lost track;
Got the carriage full of people who are about to bounce back;
My mental is dropped off the bottom to the top.

Q Death Dream

Just woke up from a death dream and it really got me thinking about life how I've lived it, makes me question have I given it, enough? And it's really quite silly. Am I being too rough?

Have I really made an impact or have I sat back with my back slouched, slack jawed stuck in the couch? Can't get out of a funk of being under the gun feel like so far everything's been a run.

Sure yes I've written a book, but it just sits on a shelf and as life travels forward fast by every second I melt a little more in existence, effervescently I bubble away effortlessly and you see without resistence.

Yet I'm not persistent, got a whole lot of vision but lack the addition of conditions in this equational rendition of my life.

Here it goes x equals the last other I was with, y isn't a question but an answer, and z we'll just have to wait and find out.

All that taken into account we multiply by o that's s factor of how much fun Ive had, divide that answer by h which is how many hearts I've broken.

That number is then next to the little g above, it's the power of how much I believe in Gods and the afterlife, and then after all exponents are exposed I enter a formulae which I suppose will breakdown in laymens whether or not I've lived this life or gave it a shot ok man woman or child, no doubt about it no I'm not in denial.

Whether I did this right, or even if I am all wrong at least in my eyes I'm able to cope with everything in song, even though I write here and you read it but don't hear, everything I've written has a musical inquisition imposed there.

Q Death Dream

night sky random eyes

Raindrops falling on my windsheild like stars filling the night sky; they are all made of the same stuff but slightly different, like you and I. 

That stuff we see its not really there, it's pretend. Yet I still care as though to be fair, I am unsure of how it first got there or how or why we perceive it at all. In the winter, spring, summer or fall.

Can't keep my focus like a frog hopping from log to log. I've sown my oates and now I flog on to respawn elsewhere since this moments now gone.

Simplicity can pass you by, awkwardly as you attempt to fly. Flow through my shoes, I'm off to lie, down with words as empty as glass bottle with a message.

I'm just that awesome, you'd love me I'm sure if not just my visage. She liked him but he didn't like her, he preferred his women with a bit more fur.

And she was as bare as she could be, every speckle and freckle his eyes could see but he could not say no. 

His eyes meets hers both wanted to know if the other felt the same, you'd think it lame but omit that shame.

As the stare grew from seconds to minutes it was as if time froze, nothing mattered for that moment not clothes or homes.

Nothing really ever matters not even matter itself as a matter of fact I've placed material on that shelf, behind me.

It's in my past as the moment felt it momentarily froze but it never really lasts. Like and old pair of clothes. Together which is where things like this belong, like nat king Cole and old king Kong.

13 lines

Just another lost soul in a sea of impossibility;
Collateral damage caused by indesputable hostility;
Fractions of limitations multiplied by innovations;
Humble disposition arguably impassable mission;

These are a few of the thoughts that I think as I sit on the couch and slump and I slink as my mouth becomes dry I'm in need of a drink.

Instead I'm unpried, unprepared, and can't decide which thought is most viable and which ones to confide in another, but neither will go for that ride.

I feel like I'm a Swiss balloon, don't know if I'm up or I'm down or soon can't tell if the pickles have plastered the moon. Feel like such a big baffoon.

13 lines

University of yo mama

All I see are asses;
Titties jiggling in the masses;
Droves betrothed vagina lips;
Penis stuck in molasses;

I wrote this words cause I needed to see if you were listening;
Eyes glistening, hair waving without ever wavering;
Bare naked women dancing but acting nice and behaving;

Stare back into the bacon;
glare back at the lake when hell freezes over;
Am I even ready to exist?;
Are you ready to be crazy?;
All sins forgetting but both eyes gets lazy;

A price I'm not willing to pay;
A place I'm not willing to stay;
A decision made superficially whilst remaining in the gray.

I can, can U

lost juice

I don't know what you want from me;
You don't know what you got for me;
Go and get what you got to be;
There is nothing here that's left to see.

I'm not sure what it is you want?;
Personal profile, push to talk;
Got myself a shellfish hut;
Does that make me selfish, what?

I don't know what you want from me;
I've nothing for you to see;
Going awry already;
Catch a catfish by the sea;

Drinking rum and trashing the deck;
Over the top as I'm left to wreck;
If checking out chicken while the chicks check the chaulk;
Can you Uber me noodles whilst I turn up the clock.

Lost juice

groundhogs day

I despise the demise of my financial situation;
To my surprise it is devised of planitary arbitration;

Cordial is my juxtaposition, making it out of the red is my ultimate decision;
 when I prepped for this quest, I might have made an incision in the safety boat I packed, pray there's no hydrofision.

According to a hot line pychopaths gather to talk, I'm as plain Jane as a mainframe but can I ever walk the walk;
I'm as lame to an extremist as they are extreme to me, through the eyes of a martyr theres only one sight to see.
I'm neither extreme, nor a martyr, nor insane.

I just have a ton of bills, and I guess I like to complain.

punxtawany Phil .