Things Unknown
unknown things
that can never be known
can poison a mind
can quiver a soul
can spoil the heart of all happy things
can tear out the spine of every boy's dream
Cold Days
living in the Artic
is quite a bit chaotic
but friendly Whales keep me occupied
I dearly trust their judgement
even when a Stormfront
releases Snowflakes from the Sky
Snow and Ice forever
melting through your Fingers
i feel your Eyes and all is well
living in the Artic
is quite a bit chaotic
but for now i'm Satisfied
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
VyV
My brain is like a pinball
Jumping all around
Two times has been lost
and only one time found
My brain is like a drug
Distorting all I see
You and You! I'm smaller than...
Just go and let me be
My brain is like a circus tent
Containing all the freaks
The brash, the brazen, the lion tamer
The lonesome and the weak
Pop! Chomp! Guzzle, guzzle...
Swig and take a smirk
My brain is like a 2-ton tractor
I'm off to do some work
Jumping all around
Two times has been lost
and only one time found
My brain is like a drug
Distorting all I see
You and You! I'm smaller than...
Just go and let me be
My brain is like a circus tent
Containing all the freaks
The brash, the brazen, the lion tamer
The lonesome and the weak
Pop! Chomp! Guzzle, guzzle...
Swig and take a smirk
My brain is like a 2-ton tractor
I'm off to do some work
Monday, October 5, 2009
what the hell am i going to do with my life?
english major with concentration in journalism. think i want to be a writer. but writing stresses me out.
alternate career plans
1. move to a ranch in colorado and start a pot farm. of course, i wont be able to buy a ranch right away. so, until then, i plan on living in a van (possibly by a river) and running a sort of curb-side pot delivery service. the van will be called 'Cannavan'. as soon as the money starts rolling in, i'll purchase a small cabin in the mountains and begin growing my own weed. from here, it's easy. ill save the income i get from cannavan and ill get a side job as a pizza delivery guy to pay for my necessities (bills, etc.). once the money is saved and the ranch is purchased, life will be good. ill be selling to only the most notorious celebrities, so its obvious ill be sitting on fat wads of cash. dough out the ying yang, if you will. my life will be one constant party. naked women and illegal drugs will flow through my doors like urine out of a eurethra. i will constantly drink nyquil. sometimes mixed with kool-aid, but most of the time i will just straight up chug it out of the bottle. but during the times when i dont want to drink too much of it and fall asleep, ill just pop two or three of the nyquil liquid gel-caps. this way i will still be able to party and have a good time. ill have robots to clean all of my rooms, except the living room, which will remain in a constant state of disarray as a sort of tribute to what my living rooms used to look like before i had such a balling ass mansion. i'll be rich, but modest. you cant forget where you can from.
more to come..
alternate career plans
1. move to a ranch in colorado and start a pot farm. of course, i wont be able to buy a ranch right away. so, until then, i plan on living in a van (possibly by a river) and running a sort of curb-side pot delivery service. the van will be called 'Cannavan'. as soon as the money starts rolling in, i'll purchase a small cabin in the mountains and begin growing my own weed. from here, it's easy. ill save the income i get from cannavan and ill get a side job as a pizza delivery guy to pay for my necessities (bills, etc.). once the money is saved and the ranch is purchased, life will be good. ill be selling to only the most notorious celebrities, so its obvious ill be sitting on fat wads of cash. dough out the ying yang, if you will. my life will be one constant party. naked women and illegal drugs will flow through my doors like urine out of a eurethra. i will constantly drink nyquil. sometimes mixed with kool-aid, but most of the time i will just straight up chug it out of the bottle. but during the times when i dont want to drink too much of it and fall asleep, ill just pop two or three of the nyquil liquid gel-caps. this way i will still be able to party and have a good time. ill have robots to clean all of my rooms, except the living room, which will remain in a constant state of disarray as a sort of tribute to what my living rooms used to look like before i had such a balling ass mansion. i'll be rich, but modest. you cant forget where you can from.
more to come..
Monday, September 28, 2009
psychedelic trip playlist
1. 'since i've been lovin' you' - led zeppelin
2. 'float on' - modest mouse
3. 'subterranean homesick alien'- radiohead
4. 'little wing' - jimi hendrix
5. 'three little birds' - bob marley
6. 'here comes the sun' - the beatles
7.
2. 'float on' - modest mouse
3. 'subterranean homesick alien'- radiohead
4. 'little wing' - jimi hendrix
5. 'three little birds' - bob marley
6. 'here comes the sun' - the beatles
7.
mkd
open up let your heart be wide
have a drink, come inside
join me in this dreamy state
no time to run
no time to race
warm my heart
ill warm yours too
you and me
just us two
happy, let me fall asleep
wrapped inside your tiny feet
:)
have a drink, come inside
join me in this dreamy state
no time to run
no time to race
warm my heart
ill warm yours too
you and me
just us two
happy, let me fall asleep
wrapped inside your tiny feet
:)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
donkey kong
It’s damn hot. The AC has been malfunctioning for the past 5 hours, leaving us –that’s me and my two friends, James and Kevin – shirtless, sweating, and feeling slightly unpleasant. The scent of cheap pizza and musty clothes combined with the excessive heat turns my stomach a bit queasy. The room we currently inhabit is fairly small and also quite dirty. An orgy of paper plates, dirty clothes, empty water bottles, pillows, video games, and random animal fur (don’t ask) envelop the carpet from wall to wall. Seated on the couch to my left is James, a brick-faced Mexican fellow. He is blasting generic-sounding rap music from a white computer seated in his lap, bumping his wrinkled shaved head to and fro with each alternating pump of the bass.
‘Light up that mothaf****** blunt. Smokin’ on purp ease my minnnnne’
His eyebrows are strikingly prominent – resting rigidly above his pupils like two thick-bushed black caterpillars. He types extremely quickly –‘clickity-clickity-clickity’ – and he times his keystrokes so they fall right in line with the thumping of the music and the bobbing of his head. To my right is my other friend, Kevin, who can best be described as ‘ghost-like’. His long, brown, unbrushed hair creates a barrier between his face and the outside world, which is a conscious decision on his part. His arms are like pencils and he has a distinct scent to him: a hybrid of body sweat and cheap deodorant. As I am sizing up Kevin’s appearance, James’ phone begins blasting some sort of symphonic ringtone. He raises the silver object from his lap, flips it upon, and lifts it to his ear.
‘Hey, fat man,’ he wails.
Fat man mumbles something that is incoherent to me.
‘What? I thought he was dead,” James replies, discreetly picking his nose.
More incoherent mumbling. Longer this time.
‘No, he wouldn’t give me a ride he lived. He’s pissed. Todd’s pissed’
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shrek. But Todd is not screwing around this time’. Here he flicks the booger he extracted earlier.
Angry muffled yelling from the other side. Incoherent.
‘Well, I think we both understand what that is all about.’
I wish I did.
Silence. More silence.
‘Hey, what’s that song that goes ‘I woke up in the morning and my grandma made me eggs?’
Mumble, mumble. Two mumbles this time.
‘That’s not a real song? You’re full of s*** fat man. I’m getting off the phone. Later. Freakin call Todd.’
James is now very angry. He hurls his phone across the room and it smacks into a Slayer poster on the adjacent wall and drops to the floor. Firing up off the couch he begins ripping at his chest hair and howling some incomprehensible jibberish. He stomps out the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Kevin and I sit perplexed in silence. Just as I open my lips to speak the door flings back open. It’s James.
‘Put a Digornio in the oven. The supreme one not the pepperoni’.
He dips back out the door as and leaves for good. I look at Kevin and shrug my shoulders. He does the same. We turn on the tele and flip through the channels until we come across Malcom in the Middle. We both sink back into the couch and wait patiently for James to return….
‘Light up that mothaf****** blunt. Smokin’ on purp ease my minnnnne’
His eyebrows are strikingly prominent – resting rigidly above his pupils like two thick-bushed black caterpillars. He types extremely quickly –‘clickity-clickity-clickity’ – and he times his keystrokes so they fall right in line with the thumping of the music and the bobbing of his head. To my right is my other friend, Kevin, who can best be described as ‘ghost-like’. His long, brown, unbrushed hair creates a barrier between his face and the outside world, which is a conscious decision on his part. His arms are like pencils and he has a distinct scent to him: a hybrid of body sweat and cheap deodorant. As I am sizing up Kevin’s appearance, James’ phone begins blasting some sort of symphonic ringtone. He raises the silver object from his lap, flips it upon, and lifts it to his ear.
‘Hey, fat man,’ he wails.
Fat man mumbles something that is incoherent to me.
‘What? I thought he was dead,” James replies, discreetly picking his nose.
More incoherent mumbling. Longer this time.
‘No, he wouldn’t give me a ride he lived. He’s pissed. Todd’s pissed’
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shrek. But Todd is not screwing around this time’. Here he flicks the booger he extracted earlier.
Angry muffled yelling from the other side. Incoherent.
‘Well, I think we both understand what that is all about.’
I wish I did.
Silence. More silence.
‘Hey, what’s that song that goes ‘I woke up in the morning and my grandma made me eggs?’
Mumble, mumble. Two mumbles this time.
‘That’s not a real song? You’re full of s*** fat man. I’m getting off the phone. Later. Freakin call Todd.’
James is now very angry. He hurls his phone across the room and it smacks into a Slayer poster on the adjacent wall and drops to the floor. Firing up off the couch he begins ripping at his chest hair and howling some incomprehensible jibberish. He stomps out the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Kevin and I sit perplexed in silence. Just as I open my lips to speak the door flings back open. It’s James.
‘Put a Digornio in the oven. The supreme one not the pepperoni’.
He dips back out the door as and leaves for good. I look at Kevin and shrug my shoulders. He does the same. We turn on the tele and flip through the channels until we come across Malcom in the Middle. We both sink back into the couch and wait patiently for James to return….
Monday, September 7, 2009
an uplifting playlist
1. 'here comes the sun' - the beatles
2. 'drunken lullabies' - flogging molly
3. 'octopuses garden' - the beatles
4. 'beer run' - garth brooks
5. 'beer for my horses' toby keith feat. willie nelson
6. 'in an aeroplane over the sea' - neutral milk hotel
7. 'boss dj' - sublime
8. 'easy skankin'' - bob marley
9. 'over the hills and far away' - led zeppelin
10. 'what a wonderful world' - louis armstrong
11. 'killer queen' - queen
12. 'jet airliner' - steve miller band
13. 'peaceful easy feeling' - the eagles
14. 'take it easy' - the eagles
15. 'on the road again' - willie nelson
16. 'even flow' - pearl jam
17. 'with or without you' - u2
18. 'you'- radiohead
19. 'fat lip' - sum 41
20. 'all the small things' - blink 182
21. 'welcome to the jungle' - guns n roses
22. 'war on war' - wilco
23. 'i'm the man who loves you' - wilco
24. 'love song' - 311
25. 'beyond the gray sky' - 311
26. 'pretty fly (for a white guy)' - the offspring
27. 'glory days' - bruce springsteen
28. 'against the wind' - bob seger
29. 'up around the bend' - ccr
30. 'lookin' out my backdoor' - ccr
31. 'you make it easy' - air
32. 'three little birds' - bob marley
33. 'jamming' - bob marley
34. 'honky-tonk woman' - the rolling stones
2. 'drunken lullabies' - flogging molly
3. 'octopuses garden' - the beatles
4. 'beer run' - garth brooks
5. 'beer for my horses' toby keith feat. willie nelson
6. 'in an aeroplane over the sea' - neutral milk hotel
7. 'boss dj' - sublime
8. 'easy skankin'' - bob marley
9. 'over the hills and far away' - led zeppelin
10. 'what a wonderful world' - louis armstrong
11. 'killer queen' - queen
12. 'jet airliner' - steve miller band
13. 'peaceful easy feeling' - the eagles
14. 'take it easy' - the eagles
15. 'on the road again' - willie nelson
16. 'even flow' - pearl jam
17. 'with or without you' - u2
18. 'you'- radiohead
19. 'fat lip' - sum 41
20. 'all the small things' - blink 182
21. 'welcome to the jungle' - guns n roses
22. 'war on war' - wilco
23. 'i'm the man who loves you' - wilco
24. 'love song' - 311
25. 'beyond the gray sky' - 311
26. 'pretty fly (for a white guy)' - the offspring
27. 'glory days' - bruce springsteen
28. 'against the wind' - bob seger
29. 'up around the bend' - ccr
30. 'lookin' out my backdoor' - ccr
31. 'you make it easy' - air
32. 'three little birds' - bob marley
33. 'jamming' - bob marley
34. 'honky-tonk woman' - the rolling stones
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