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oh, honey... ...you're getting sick.
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ClairE
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I honestly don't know if I am or not. Should that make me worry?
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ellen cherry charles
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my perpetual state of mind!
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marjorie
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I was off again...
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christopher levesque
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Nobody is right. Nobody is wrong. I've done this already. If you're going to argue and leave myself out of it i'll rant with myself and lead myself into it. Business and involvement is just as important as fucking each others mother in the asshole and here becoming a transvestite. Who said one's sex cannot be determined by their own mind, and that person who was gay with their own child and the sex changed pervert whatever, I don't need punctuation to prove my point and yours is just as valid as a hole in the ground in comparison under any selfish logic and self righteous fool who believes their own center is their own universe and I'll tell you it's true but digress immediately reproduction or not being held at whatever status can welcome your meaningless time burning waste your language on me and my learning and if you can't see another side there's no use arguing stop taking the time for that and take the time for whatever it is you want to and if that's what it is who cares looks like it's checkmate again didn't even have to reply because i did it for you idiots can't bare to be held up at intellectual status if you'd just shut your stupid mouths and look around and shut up and observe and look around and shut up please shut up shut up shut your fucking mouth I made you look I made you look no one played games with the parker brothers no one played games with the parker brothers I didn't sell you a line I told you a soul and mine says try again you flame it's all in good fun, i've got words that are better than yours, I've got hers and she's better than yours you've got yours and it's so good I've got gold and I've got books I've got a degree in this and this and educations taught me several varieties of viewpoints i can inflict upon mine own and re-write my final draft every other day and photocopy my brain every other day who's a genius i'm a genius who's right who's wrong who's got nothing in their phone and ding dong your dead you've got an awful stupid head, four dollar idiot, diseases have any regrets youre going to die in three months hope you've live a life that's full hope you've never had to pull, never a dull moment and who's to say what's dull these days and who drinks coffee and who takes pills and who does drugs and gets their fill it's me me me and you you you shine a light on me shine a light on life and me and shine a light and say a prayer look up their in the sky you see trees and i love birds and I love dope and I love the dope I love to get doped up and smoke another one you dope you're not sure what you're saying not sure who you are not sure what your family is like and I haven't a clue who you are but here's my voice and here's my ignorance loud and clear for you to batter at like a pogo stick you dirty get, who's got love in their life, who's got spiritual importance, unique original lifestyle, gonna get some culture gonna get some influence some dependent influencial respected figures to steal from and live by principals over ridicule me please I got my kicks you got your red face i got my kicks so don't be a disgrace he's so preschool he's so wicked he's so warm and fuzzy and funny he's got issues man or that's what he wants you to think he's got children boiled up in a sink. Shut up, burning my ears off, shut up, and stop burning my eyes off, my ears and my eyes, i can't believe my eyes...shhh... It's so loud all of the time I never want to have to put sound in order especially sounds of wind chimes. See, with visuals, it's different to subject yourself to order. Because of the nature of visuals within your head, you're left to classify yourself instead. Put that in order and show it to psychiatrists world wide. This kid can't write, he's got something to hide. Hide your life inside, you've tried. Disguise your mind with mine, you've lied. IF I explained so drastically, all prolific. I'd be intelligent, spastic, delicious. You sound so boring, always ignoring right insight, while adoring wrong, so bright. I've drenched you with water, the hotter you get. I've thought of your daughter naked in bed. Offensive, Defensive, Obtrusive, Protective, Shitty bitty went to the mall, Shitty bitty had a great fall. This is my claim to fame. Inane, insane, what a boring reign. I felt the slap of rain, and pain on my brain. But I feel the same, as I have always claimed. I'll stay in this lane, where my name is vain. How very lame, said the critic to his sick dick. ________________ Let's give them something to talk about: It's that time again time to hear me speak about you felix the cat who is larger than life and hangs feelings of murals and babies from his soft gelitan balcony he's hired goons to fight you you know that he's in your dreams and he morphs symetrically into whatever your thoughts desire arrest me under strict observations and flale your fashion sense and matter of opinion towards lift life hangers turn on the phone it rang thursday morning paranoid warm and sexually transmitted desperate boring no need to apologize for being snobby because you weren't the one being snobby rather your influence at mornings dinner table breakfast whichever matters was the one in charge of treating me like not alright then no it's right then not alright then I wanted to paint the biggest picture of you today and I wanted to frame it and show it the world and then I'd be famous larger than life or gravity or any type of inventor or creative force on the planet I wrote about you and the world in every book today and only in the back page that is blank at the end of some novels and you scribble on it if you want to write on calanders you can it's ok don't supress your feelings you know what isn't great is the definition of the word stupid good luck on checking your email it's about you you you not the other three yellow clouds yellow clouds and the price is right theme song is playing triumphantly in my head what does all of this mean it means conclusively i'm having convulsions and addictive withdrawl symptoms from opening and closing drawers and playing with cards and throwing only one card on the ground while picking a dandy lion is the king of the jungle yet he's locked up in a cage at your local zoo it's not my fault that white rabbit peaks it's not my fault that he is weak and he sees right through ever part of your false world he knows what you've been doing and what you say to people when you change and you hide and you run and you glide through whatever it is you do but it won't matter he knows that because he knows you and I am proof of what he tells people he tells you like grace slick pointed out in that fucking song go ask alice I think she'll know when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead and the white knight is talking backwards and the red queens off with her head remember what the door mouse said? Feed your head FEed Your head she was right you know in singing that song more accurately than a developmentally disabled person shovelling your drive way for five dollars here I am again square one where to begin and where to live i'm moving next year what should I do live with you or live with him or her and friends are trivial as what I've just mentioned and what i'll mention two days from now the future is my foot and food is so pathetic when you go to the washroom who writes about going to the washroom people are at war in the next sentence and in my head isn't anything wrong with me yet today I needed to cry i just slept and slept and didn't keep tabs on anything didn't call the wife and kids uncle or aunt or small children making stupid noises at me at my expense they should know better I'll toss them in a subway in a subway they'll get hit by all the fast movers the high tokers the gambling types with no reckless regard for treetop working their lives over with a knife in my life again i got you to see awthwatklj ;fiea ;fskdjfsdlkajfdlksaj;fdlksj IDSjt lksajtlkj IS TSI SI SI SANyaone listeningNG? Is anyone here can't you see I wanted help, but I got a handshake and sympathy and electricity flows and when I was a boy a young one I shocked myself in a socket it was a terrific feeling the electricity travelled right up my arm and into my heart it buzzed and I was so fast right after I knew I shouldn't have done it children are abused and spanked who spanks their children who was spanked as a child spanking teaches your child that violence is the answer to problems at a young age when he is the most absorbent type of idiot sponge on the planet and you tought him that her that him her that him her and him and her those two are always getting on my nerves those two are so reluctant and fast food chains are getting richer because we need fast food the earth is burning while it's turning and who told you to be depressed who told you that nothing is absolute guess what the statement nothing is absolute is an absolute shut your mouth you silly whore you trampled fish rock hiding whore who hasn't the slightest clue of what tomorrow will bring throwing rocks at shadows the radio game show host told me that life is something that you just do almost like it's just something you just do you just go through with it even if that means following the acres of influencial dogmatic bullshit that every mock intellectual person with self knowledgeable interests gives you this patronizing look as if to say you don't understand what's happening around you but you're more aware than that person would ever be aren't you? Take this all of you and eat it for a religious ending makes the poem irresistable succulent orange and finding more of me sea by see fine by me mr tea hates fleas on keys idiot. ____________________ I spot patterns my heart murmers my legs atrophy goodness gracious great balls of fire that fucked up liar is at his highness again your hire is missing the truth that there is not truth not even in that truth trees fall over on tents kids typing fast on camping grounds with miniature everythings music is advanced these days but what about 100 years latter i'm not in the mood to read what you've wrote and what you write is shit and you talk about the same shit everytime you do it a long rant structured with no structure and thus it's structured by standards and simplistic in primative nature due to it's obvious lack of punctuation it makes it difficult for the reader to understand and that reader gets so sad because he/she can't understand which causes frustration in the loose connections and correlations they bring out through your colorful wording and i'm only capable of so much you understand that I hope and whether or not you're representative of television communication or lack thereof this form has just as much baldness as any other type of originality when one person rants it means it's meaningless but when one popular freak rants that meaning has been tacked upon your skylights it's been held patiently in the darkness shining through in a typical stereotypical nightmarish world of ignorance and orifacial unification the words of unity and peace are tatooed in ink on the mortal flesh of the young boy who felt those two words visualized and summarized the most important two things in his life while what he didn't understand was his trademark layers of depth and blissful thinking serve up a type of sickness that I can't fully describe the back of your throat dries up you breathe only and apparently through your nose while thinking that you must bring closure simplicity and continuity in order of appearence and genius because you are one just as I am one and the boy had an apple fall on his head and it struck unto him some sort of realization that the petty risks he fakes everyday first by looking into a mirror wetting his face crying to deaf eyes and figments of my life have been torn into shades and shapes contrasts and brilliance not the sound but the visualization of things that make me whole and wonderful to the sky and birds seemingly more advance with their technicalities this piece is far more rich than the last piece I wrote which does bring about the sensati | |