Orion has submitted itself to viral marketing
if its any consolation, its just a constellation(i tell myself this?)
the distance between my synapses are
of my creation
candy-coating and sugar-dipping my brain
isn't it preferable to facing dull mediocrities?
waves of pleasure unfurl themselves
and lay waste to past grievances
settling into the crevices of the human brain
but evaporate just as rapidly
leaving just the trash that men throw into the sea
from their ships
a feeling of dissatisfaction
still untying nooses in my head
subtleties have been using the bathtub as a bed
competing with Dionysus
this hunters got a couple of dreams on his belt
but I'm gonna win this time
I'm gonna win this time
i haven't been disappointed by angels in such a long time
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
-1:40 A:M., it is what it is
beautiful sunrise eyes
not yours, but the way mine light up
sometimes
when i use the nothing i have
to
waste the sunlight
because then there is a slight hope
that people's wardrobes
are composed of nuns robes.
cynicism is my identity
and equally my facade
speaking is a commodity
because all that is needed
are finger paintings of Rosacea
to get across any type of real meaning
the uselessness of rest
because i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep
not yours, but the way mine light up
sometimes
when i use the nothing i have
to
waste the sunlight
because then there is a slight hope
that people's wardrobes
are composed of nuns robes.
cynicism is my identity
and equally my facade
speaking is a commodity
because all that is needed
are finger paintings of Rosacea
to get across any type of real meaning
the uselessness of rest
because i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep
Friday, July 16, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
-i laughed and i laughed
I laughed and I laughed
though the organization that runs the inner workings
of my sanity
is relatively understaffed
quick to anger and quick to plant roots
on unmanageable land
i am a master of my craft
and seismologists are masters of their craft
and this world runs on everybody elses Nystagmus
didn't we know that?
when do we learn
that some gifts are better left unwrapped?
(when I was a kid, my favorite writer was R.L. Stine
look how i turned out)
Friday, July 9, 2010
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