Sunday, October 2, 2011

He's Not That Into You..

And it's because you're predictable. Any other girl would suffice, and would perfectly match with my bed spread. When I wore shorts to your father's birthday, it was to tell you nicely, "I now am superior to you. You are no longer my equal, nor will I pretend to be anything other than the man who pretends to love you. Your father is now a sentiment in my mind; not as much a person as he is a marker to compete with. Once I have contained your admiration for him, I will exploit the fact that you're embarrassed to do the things that we do, because you know how little he would care for it.


Oh, love is the loneliest noun. When you're in love, you're actually in limbo. Things will go up or down, they will not stay magical and interesting. You can learn to grow, which would excel your relationship but hinder your individuality. When you grow with somebody, you're learning to accept your conflicting behaviors as less important than when you were single. For example, you might love football. You might be a Giants fan, until you meet, swoon and fall in love with a Cowboys fan. Of course you'll have witty jokes aimed towards your discontentment in front of your friends with your new love's rival team. "Ah, this is my better half except she's a Cowboys fan." Something like this would surely make your friends laugh, it would make you laugh, and light heart-edly you'd be setting a perfect precedence for allowing other seemingly un-attractive preferences to surface without much protest.


You're losing the battle of soul vs. sole. The sole purpose of life is to be true to yourself granted football rivalry isn't a pressing topic, it is none the less where losing your soul starts. Solely singular, as born into the world alone and leaving this life alone, we learn who we are gradually and it's with practice that we're able to use our traits to our benefit. Chameleon's though are great examples of the social aspect of living that we're not really focusing on. A chameleon pretends to be so many shades-- it's actual exterior never changes, though its shade adapts to its environment. When you wear a nice suit to cover tattoos, you're giving the impression that you're a gentler person than you may actually appear. This isn't a judgement of character, it's an observation and an unfortunate social stigma.


After you have mastered the art of positive placement (as in, wearing light clothing to a dim bar, or combing your hair as a joke,) you'll learn the most important thing about your opposite sex. Love is success. Love is the big bonus after working grueling hours of grinding. The important thing to remember about your love interview is your approach to conversation. Because we're at the advantage intellectually in the days where everybody is at a conversational handicap, you're going to have to think deeply about what angle you'd like to play. You'll be able to tell instantly what type of person your interest is by talking to them. Even approaching somebody and sitting with them invites them into a stimulating conversation of sorts where the topics are endless. Buying your partner a beer says one of two things. One would be that you're un-interesting and via movies you've learned the most common way to break the ice is by lubricating your interest's mind with alcohol. This shows weakness and also shows point number 2, which is that you're nervous. It's okay to be nervous, but remember that every guy that buys your lady a beer is potentially better looking, has a better paying job or might just be their perfect match. Your approach says everything. Luckily you don't need to swan dive into a puddle to find out that it's shallow or not. You simply need to dip your toes in and feel for yourself.

Commercial of steel roses
real Moses timed poses
creative sales,
we hated sales of our souls
half price discounts and loans
oh my favorite athlete.
suggests his favorite actually
not quite the top, but it's better than not
being mentioned at all.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I don't really feel comfortable typing in this blog, but I don't really feel comfortable sitting here either. Dear Women, I'm not crazy, you're just not interesting. I feel as though most of the words you will try to impress me with are from one of your "eccentric" friends, and he or she has probably searched vigorously through dictionary.com to impress you. Most of the topics you talk about are predictable and boring-- your opinions on art are all the same. Music, well, I happen to be the most arrogant music lover ever; as well as the worst musician. The problem is, I can categorize which person you fall into, based upon what music you listen to. You probably will say you like The Clash, but will fail to tell me one decent song besides "London Calling." You'll tell me then that you like the New York Dolls a little, but can not name a song. Throw in an obscure artist, namely someone whose voice is a little unbearable or whose music is ridiculous--- to the point where they are not anyone's favorite artist, but someone whose song plays and you bob your head to. The sad thing is that I know who you really are. It's unimpressive.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

I take amphetamines and think of myself as a character from a novel; everything I think is pure but everything that you think is dull and tainted. I meet bartenders and fall in love, because I have now taken more amphetamines and feel so intelligent that I'd be a privilege to meet, let alone get to know. I talk to random people at the bar, and drive them to get food-- I've now had more than I should've had to drink, and I will miss last call because I'm trying not to appear as lonely and desperate for friends as I really am. I tell them about my life-- one girl is a photographer from Germany, the other is much too old for me. For a moment, I'm convinced they'll invite me back to their place and pretend they don't realize I am as lonely and desperate for friends as I am.

I take more amphetamines while my car is backed in and they re-join the party. The bartender is now gone, and the rowdy crowd bobs and jerks through the exit. I go to bed, most likely to take more amphetamines and pretend that I am asleep dreaming of more interesting things than I have to write of.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

blacked out and looking for god
you know the one you forgot
decided complications hurt
im gonna have to break it off
if things are ever gonna work

nobody chooses their role
nobody loses their soul
its just that even flowers dry and rot
hearts can forgive but hearts can also stop
and if you want to look back,
to pick up clues from the trash
then i could follow the tracks
like sunshine shining in the past
to feel okay just one time.



Tuesday, May 10, 2011

i lit half a smoke
with andrews zippo
my lighter was broke
and half crack rigged up
i threw down the pack and borrowed a smile
it looks like everyone else here's on borrowed time

if the sun don't shine,
well atleast I have a light

gonna light up the corner
and sit in the back
gonna light up the corner
and sit in the back
gonna light up the corner
and sip from the tap

i walked out the front
and it smelt like rain
or maybe a skunk
or maybe just grain
everyone worries
and mumbles and hurries
there's not much time to relax
in commotion, new jersey

if you look for me,
jaundiced and tired and hungry


Sunday, April 24, 2011

The day before yesterday dragged
a breakup out,
and the day after that
we ordered round upon round
won't talk out loud
with your friends here

I hate my thoughts
and hide behind my face,
some place no one looks
it isn't safe to
I fell in love today,
and I was glad to

Yesterday the bar locked up
to get away from the cops and punks
and drunks who think their thoughts
are worth so much
the same ones who will be there
when tomorrow becomes today,
and today becomes yesterday
and if you look for them,
well you you know where

and thats where i'll be
its dim and its damp
and its where i'm not ugly,
awake where I sit
asleep where you touch me,
but hey hey
i'm so glad i fell in love again
today.
and you mis pronounced my first name
when you announced that its my birthday
doesn't feel like,
20 should feel like
and the candles
melt on the cake
D isn't singing
he's much too afraid
someone will hear him
so he's staring

because i looked for an estuary
some place solitary
i could propose to,
if you're not opposed to
Ive been dreaming
of soaking wet
bottles of scotch and broken nets
but this town is dry
and these people are dry.
walking around
with your feet stomped down
you never stop just to listen
youd rather say
that yove got past the instict
the one that makes
you turn into mr fade away hey hey

Thursday, April 21, 2011

try not to miss me

I don't know what I did
I don't know what I've done
If you've been where I've been
then it all would be forgot

First few weeks were chilly
I nearly froze my bones
Worst two blocks of philly
Enclaved me and my home
oh no,
I nearly broke my nose
lucky me I fell clean
and it didn't touch the bone
It'll only hurt a few weeks
by then I'll call your home
my own
and my bed won't know
won't know
the difference
as long as I'm alone

And I really hate the city
I figured out why it won't sleep
Its methods make me dizzy
and the cost is much too steep
it isn't worth the risk
I've been awake a week or two
or three
i'm tired and I miss you

Some things
can't be thought out
Some things
can't be figured out
Nothing is worth loving
when it comes with a price tag
when its more trouble than at first

Its 2 am and I'm in Jersey
I'm writing this from my bed
They told me not to worry
about anything I said
the past is not the present
and it doesn't represent
the promise of the future
from a mistake I can't forget

Make sure you read
the policy
for returns and comprehend
every definition
of every word mis-said.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

There are some neighborhood kids yelling profanity to images, imaginary automobiles mucking through their sanctity, Holes in windows that will break so neat are an opening for me to glance with glee and ease and joy and poise and plead for free, streams and visions scissor extensions broken my once, haha i meant it happened my knee crutch, cane, cocaine, powerade gatorade, oxygen compitence, these are a few of my favorite things. Im tired of pretending that I always have something to say and when Im alright, Im still afraid.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

if you judged everything i am off of everything ive done you could write me paragraphs about the person ive become because you have a lot to say about some places i have gone all the way to michigan and up toward oregon if you knew why my name to you is something different than the name i use you could guess that my fingernails have not been kept quite as well as you probably guessed because you thought the things i've done before will be coming back up then what you have will always only be what youve got and my apologies but I will not be that and if you want my hand so bad then tell me what you got mapped out on her hand a plan of something I don't want.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

well i think about existence and this stupid little life-- if everything happens like it should, then this train will not slow down just because i'm asking it to. I hear melodies and music all day, and live with the notion intact that i will become a great musician. I will die a stastic or even worse a cliche, and i will marry the girl who is going to kill me. I can use retrospect, and be great at comparing occurrences to things that already occurred, but it will never occur to me to change for the future. Oh, and if you knew what you knew and what you knew was true, wouldn't you be tempted to do it again? The state of my state is looking grim, so I wonder what the west coast looks like. Maybe there's less republicans and more people trying not to identify themselves as a democrat, or a republican. They do what is right for themselves without fucking over anyone else in the process. And of course, I will have a girlfriend, who through everything will stay with me, but only because I'm supporting us. And when temptation becomes too great so will fate.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

And i dred almost every decision
i'll have to make
with impulse and impairment
as a character trait

yeah yeah yeah
passing the torch
yeah
passing the buck

lost 40 bucks
and 40 pounds
on a gambling run
lasted a day
more than the hour
i set aside to relax
but then

someone just one
to make the rest of them clash
talked me up behind your back
just one more one more
pat on the back
walking straight over your tracks