Yes They Could

     Cursive is a dying art; I swear the next generation will have no idea what I'm talking about. We don't need it, not in the age of passwords, those essentially personal beings. Its not our name, number or both but a reciprocal, something required to prove its us. Otherwise it could be anyone, just as long as they're here and now.
     It doesn't make sense to argue anymore, to inflict bloodshed or to expect death. The only difference makes all the difference, between you and me, man and woman, immortality and eternal life. The only way to press on is to push the envelope, when we only get tired of keeping it to ourselves.
     I am a genius, an expert, a professional. I don't care what they do or say because they don't exist, not like we do, nowhere near as well. Very possibly they will have their time or have had it, just as well, because in the blink of a weeping eye its gone, blurred from memory, never to return. All that remains is the fundamental truth that we're all in this together, regardless of gender and sex.
     We will not, may not move forward unless and until we agree. It is our job to convince eachother, to ring a bell and call it a key, to break the silence like the bread we were told to so far from here and so very long ago.

The Punchline

     A man walks into a bar. He sits down and a woman brings him a glass of water. The man removes his hat, places it on the table, and takes a drink of the water. He sets the glass back and removes his gloves. The woman asks if he wants anything else. The man asks her for a moment to decide and she says she'll come back. The man picks up the menu in one hand and opens it with the other, thumbing through the pages and reading by candlelight. She comes back and he orders a double whiskey and a coke back. When she comes back again with the drinks he orders fries and closes the menu, placing it back on the table. He continues sipping the water, smells the whiskey and looks at the coke. The fries arrive, she sets them in the middle of the table along with ketchup. He pours an adequate amount upon the red and white checkered paper near the edge of the fry basket, dips a fry and carefully eats it. The man drinks the whiskey, sips the coke and then holds the water glass. He continues eating the fries and sipping the water. Before he finishes the fries, he drinks the rest of the coke, sips the water again, and puts his hat on. The woman comes back, asks if he wants anything else and sets the receipt face down on the table. He shakes his head, she smiles and they thank each other. The man puts more than enough money upon the still face down receipt, puts on his gloves, gets up and leaves.

Two Breakfast Tales with Elbows

Kitten Me

In the present day near-distant future/ in space, we find our hero, Kitten Me! (that's right a kitten version of me)
Kitten Me gets distracted from anything productive by playing with an alluring dangling shiny mystery wonder device. Kitten Me chases the wonder device for 17 hours and falls asleep.
Kitten Me is astral projecting, so when he's falling asleep in space, he's waking up on Earth. And Earth seconds are different length than sleep/space/dream seconds.
Kitten Me sucks cause we're afraid of ourselves. Even though we're cute, we should probably be armed with a shank. Kitten me for example would be walking down the street, looking cute, when all of a sudden, a bad guy leaps out from the shadows. But with our new shank, we could stab the bad guy, after exclaiming, "Are you Kitten Me?"
The bad guy ended up just needing someone to talk to. Kitten Me made the bad guy feel better by listening to his problems and letting him pet us.

The end

The mail-order bride

Once upon a time, a mail-order bride decided She'd quite like to go to America. She crawled into a large box, where she hung upside-down as a bat, resting before her final metamorphosis into bride.
She met a pirate on the ship on the Atlantic. He was a handsome stow-away looking for valuable goods. The girl who does have a name, was singing in the box. Her name was Joan.
The pirate was thrilled to find his very own bride, because he had just swiped a wedding ring. It seemed like fate that he'd come across a perfect match for his latest steal.
However Joan had already been bought by a snake Tycoon and restaurantrepeneur. She was to arrive at an all-male school for how to be a nasty sick coughing magazine clipper.
The pirate turns out to be an alien, and his ship is way faster. So he takes her onto his pirate space ship. At first, she loves it. It still takes two weeks to get there. But then she got sick for like the whole time - the food was so terrible. Plus there was puke in the sink and the floor wasn't shiny. But then she got there and everything was hella chill.

The End

I always forget about everything that we talk about anymore (2150)

I saw a scary movie filmed in black and white without sound starring a group of unknowns

ne touchez pas la lentille

I'ma schizo hypo city kid, terrified of prison and torture, comfortable and complacent, sitting like a ghost on your own front steps, wafting in your direction. I am in good company, good light and good time.
pets do not read or watch television or wear pants. make sure you know who your family is.
plant treatment water

Touchy-Feely (questionable subject matter)
simple symptom
hint of acknowledgement
sign of depression
broken home
systematic stemware

Apology takes practice. It's never too late
They've thought of everything
I imagine you standing before me now. You are very smart and rich but you are not beautiful because you know you are not beautiful. You just woke up and I will make you some coffee.
I know virtually nothing about you, this is an extremely interesting situation. Who are you and where do you come from? I've seen you before im sure of it but im not sure where. Are you sure you don't want any coffee?
There is something better than nothing:
water, sunlight, bakery, bread knife, toaster, almond butter, coffee
they did not teach me nonviolence or self control which are obviously different
I'm not trying to confuse or argue with anyone its just sort of happening
something is nothing
Acid definitely got the better of me. I was sitting down when I wrote this.
How can you teach evil; that is a rhetorical question. It is impossible. I have secrets that you will know nothing about.
Nothing works everyday, only fights when she can. Puts on her makeup and drives into town. Only sees her friends when she wants to, nothing cares so she can. It's very important that nothing maintain a steady income so only may continue to enjoy the good life.
I had a dream where everything happened and I had to wake up and do it again. I knew it was not a nightmare because I had the chance to sleep in and it felt really good. It was so sunny out but I just lay there thinking about the dream I had that soon told me I would wet the bed if I did not get up soon. So I peed in a giant waterfall, got a drink from a glacier and went back to sleep on a vast pile of happy boneless kittens.
Raise your hand if you have a credit card. Now raise your other hand if you have credit card debt. And now let the fearless blast into space like a fleet of senseless bacteria!
left is wrong
It is obvious that the rulers today are figureheads carved from wax. I went to san fransisco and saw the real barack obama he was very lifelike.
Lewis Water and Clark Bar
Sack o' Jolly Ranchers
Government Field Trips
It is possible to survive on convenience food. They want you to, the dreamers. They want you to go to space because its big and black and scary and they want to see what's on the other side so bad it's obvious we need to secure our understanding of dark matter. I'll say it before like I said it again, I like my dark matter like I like my coffee - infinite and mysterious.

FEAR IS OVER if you want it

Calories are Creepy

Calories are Creepy (A Hero’s Journey)

In the future we had done away with needless hostility.  I am traveling thru the forest looking for anything of great value. Yes I will leave it better than I found it, staying off any sort of beaten or not, for the sake of beauty, random and continuous.

I met a man who has known nothing but abuse, he laying in direction the way before me.  I reached him cautiously for I heard his pain and he did not move he did not know.  The love bound our universe was lost without exchange.

“You’re sorry when you care for dies.”

He aks for water as he bled. I gove him my canteen and he dropps it, spiling out, soon as he was quenched. Of course I’m not, why else should I help dirty one into further abandonment and discomfort?

I’ll pick it up and continue onward. He said I don’t remember the context, lost the rules, now destined to fall too. They will put me because they don’trust in me, they don’t see as mall as me.

Also At that point I was waiting for something better. I knew it would come to this, alone in the forest searching and reasoning. I no longer hunger or thirst, I fell asleep long ago and it’s been this way as long as I choose to remember.

I don’t want her to worry because it’s no one’s fault. He died years after I left him, remembering my kindness there in the thicket and the high sun, the only thing he had lived for, to know that something, anything, is certainly better than nothing.

The world is now very small. Purpose is respected but hardly shared. We know that the dreamer doesn’t exist, that every word is only fragments of a wholesome lifestyle, thorough and complete.

The apxropriate amount of energy needed to raize the temperature of one g of water by one degree

It’s easy to let go when I wasn’t on hold, notinothing wheighding musackobbler perceptuchine

imagining one of cheeseburger good and personality morals

Destroy my awkward cortex

The skies the skies the skies

No matter  whadda

the chance to do perfect

I miss the magic we used to

Car Destroyer

            I can’t tell you why I do it, not to cause suffering for I by no means tolerate evil, and I have cleansed my trail of destruction long ago. It is a struggle against civilization for a simpler time, the thriving organism that senselessly consumes, turning our neighbour’s dream to a heaping wreck.

            One man’s trash is certainly another man’s treasure and we are living with a distribution problem, a growth on our neck. Veins of ceaseless dumpsters flow like plates through my mind, killing all hope of serenity. It is no wonder I no longer associate with those who drive vehicles.

            My father was a postal carrier, driving from neighbourhood to another, walking from house to house. He died in a car accident on his day off: Christmas Day, bringing packages to our home from our grandmother’s house. He always complained that he didn’t think the holiday should mean personally a vacation.

            I ‘ve wasted a lot of time doing what I thought was right at the expense of what I know is right. They taught me to be somebody and at face value it is now my duty and responsibility to question and rebel, for the sake of universal continuity.

            I know mother earth has not and will not provide the means for machines forever. We need machines because we want it otherwise, easier, faster, more efficient and then more comfortable. We better our world and discount our own involvement and power, disregard the ripple effect we might have over each other’s lives. Now it is time to put an end to our misplaced toils, so our paradise may green over once again, so animals may roam free without fear and in a far brighter future. The answer to the question is the byproduct of the whole problem, and the solution will remain.

ACCIDENTAL DISSAPOINTMENT

No Holds Barred

      Tell me about practicing in a sterile environment, if one may become anything truly different and applicable. Make clear to me the absence of the choices I really care about, Have I found myself wayward?

      The internet keeps us from being in all places at one time. I can’t remember what was in place before this inhibition, but you and I have certainly always had our differences. The world is getting smaller as the population expands at an accelerated rate.

      Fear and laziness may be the winning combination of nonviolence. This world may blink out of sight in a moment. Others live on, give us hope in this vicarious gestation. A moment of discomfort cannot last forever. The horizons must be broken.

      Impoverished minds are waking up. I was handed every advantage along with every disadvantage. Everything I know is right before me, and all that is left is inevitably wrong.

      Way too many people are dying from preventable causes. Love your mother, do everything in her memory and honor. Greed and miscommunication: unnecessary death. Don’t we know that we are understood and provided for; we don’t need to worry about anything, everything, something or nothing. We simply needn’t worry. It is the only waste of time. Don’t forget who you are, that you are in control and this is what you have chosen. Use it to become who you next want to be.

      “They should have to go through it because I did, because how could there be any other way?” The basis of all agenda.

      I’m standing in front of my 900 degree oven, watching a live performance mesh with the back bar noise and enhance the Olympics simultaneously projected above. This could be Hell if I wasn’t Satan. Hell hath no flame.

      They come up to me often to ask me stupid questions, usually “where’s the bathroom” or “do you sell slices.” They are stupid for opposing reasons, our price and item availabilities being clearly and readily listed, while our bathroom location is not. Our bad for making them feel dumb, but they could have asked someone else.

      It seems the only way I may save my money is to think of the things I need, to need the things I think.

      Buckle down, save everything.

      Expire quickly, be fresh.

      Live your own life, both of them.

      We don’t share your opinion,

      we only share ours.

      I was loathing coming in here today moments before I actually did. I know death is near because of how I’ve been consistently practicing desensitization, I don’t know it’s happening while it does. There is no reason for us to be afraid of each other, it just happens that we’re here together because it’s what we have in common.

      I’m no great pizza cook or musician because I want to be. If I am any I must be all, and at the moment I seem to only be a writer, a left-handed one at that.

      I’m not wasting my time even though I’ve been here before, these seem and feel like new choices, the lines are the same but they draw different shapes based on the patterns that have already been outlined countless times before.

SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE at the beginning of time. . .

      I have three mothers and each of them have a bitterness in their heart for me. I remember their names and what they look like. Their offspring I have reabsorbed, and now the world has never known such evil, and it will continue in this way. The birth of a bodyless form, the hermaphroditic spirit, that I may appreciate as master and not any sort of my own creation. I remain bound to this world, but now we work together to correct future error, for this world has only one outcome, just as it began.

      I do not like myself, love myself or hate myself. I am myself inevitably all the time. The only problem is fed to me just before I stand up to reveal the solution. It’s only a matter of time before I am rich and famous or dead, and then the other will soon follow. This world has nothing left to satisfy my desire. I must concentrate on the flame or it will never become summer again.

      I know what I do is excellent and anybody could do it, it’s just a matter of time and place. And I could further devote myself to this cause in a much more obvious way, but I don’t want to own the place, I just want to be money wherever I am.

      I caught a whiff of something I haven’t smelled since I worked at Twig’s, something unidentifiable and unmistakable, something about restaurant anxiety: the knowledge that there’s always something more to do as long as we are here.

      The money I make is an illusion. I realize this is somehow important information and my intended audience is only my future self.

      I’m not at all guilty for the level of training I received to qualify me for working here. It was mutual, they exploited something they only thought they understood because how could they really begin to know what I’ve gone through? I don’t have plenty of paper all the time, where I’m going or where I’ve been.

1)  Eat something

2)  Love everything

3)  Do anything

4)  Keep nothing

“When the pupil is ready, the master appears.”

Do your best, end in gest

“I’m not trying to argue with you, that’s just sort of happening.”

“I’ll come back before I leave.”

      The downfall of my own dreams may be accredited to me, my body will be purged from gestation and I will be left to fend for myself, turning the world with my feet.

      I’m only an alcoholic when I’m on vacation. When I go back to Seattle on Monday it’s strict survival. I don’t need to do anything to have a good time. I need to do nothing. And I certainly won’t get tied down here. My only perspective is moving on.

Hard work, ITS HARDER TO DO SOMETHING ORIGINAL

Arguism, treasonable, in-body experience, hyperbolic guilt chamber, neurotic device (see light blue). At the corner of 3^RD EYE/4^TH WALL. Anthropologize anthropologies.

Exosuit with jet pack shoes, powered by self metabolized excess powerloss (piezoelectical). Every spare movement is captured in a recursive generator (gyroscopes)

Beautiful babies, are born every day, and old folks go, to die in the same way, suddenly, the path before’s, the past behind. Contradict, contracept. All geometry is sacred.

“Life is what happens while you’re waiting for life to happen.”

“Throwing [to stretch a pizza dough] is a sin.”

I’m not evil, I’m just up to no good.

The patterns in Saturn, my brother the war god, and my journey to a distant star

I’m frying the biggest fish there is, because if he doesn’t exist, than neither do I

Silver on the surface of mars

Why do they tell mothers not to let their babies grow up to be cowboys? (what is a cowboy)

How much of each organ does an organism need to survive? (what defines survival)

APPARENTLY BEING HIGH IN PUBLIC IS NEVER A PROBLEM

i have the sneaking, suspicion I was lied to, and now I don’t know, who I am, life as a painting, and I’ve flown, like tie times, I’m a manager, a leader, of my own cold sould

what is is, never what it should be

you don’t know what you do

my deepest fears, coming true, every day

in old age, I’m allowed to be elusive, in youth, my questions inconclusive

and now, this is all I am, expanding the parabola, exploring limitation

They should only eat, if they are the, last of their kind. Evil should mean famine.

Self guiding, systems are of, no real, consequence

Trilogy: if the past is children, and the future is travel, then the present is music

We must break before we refuse

The only difference between now and then is that, I believe in now.

Prematurely born, _________ dead.

I’m a cross section, a distraction.

They will make damn well sure, to take damn good care

My car has an ashtray, and a CD player and is, parked in the driveway, I don’t see the correlation, I don’t have a reason to leave, the windows are down, the A/C is on, the sun roof is a moon roof

Parabolic affliction, invisible guilt chamber

Legal drugs keep good men down, in the dirt, underground, where none is seen or heard or felt, and to face the light is to blind and melt

Conflagration- a big destructive fire

Taking advantage, of each other, finding romance in, one another, believing real love, is blind, can’t feel the things, you left behind. She was a machine for the details. Thelessness. Inference is assumption. Everything happens for a reason, nothing good happens by accident. The Chasmos. Grey magic. Breaking news. Accidence. May I not forget my place among the human race.

Considering a set of stairs, 3 places to be:

·         ABOVE

·         BELOW

or

·         UPON

It didn’t take a long time to walk a short dock

I care about things and some people. Everything has its purpose and some use those things to their best extent.

      I am wasting my time, in a world of mutual time wasting. Every move I try to make is blocked in inevitable reciprocation. I couldn’t manipulate myself out of a paper bag without finding myself in a plastic one.

      I am impatient in my futility. I want to get these failures overwith already so I may have my dreams come true.

      No one understands, nobody listens and it all goes nowhere. Don’t take it personally, but we may as well be no one, or anyone, everyone, someone. I can do anything. This is where it all happens. Stop wasting time, corrupting your chance. Enjoy yourself and your not self for what they are and what they do for us.

      She is beautiful, that much is not beyond me. I am not afraid of that.

      This is no tragedy. It’s fucking hilarious. Time heals all wounds it provides. Nothing would be possible without nothing. I don’t trust what I look like and my biology. I could be figuring myself out some other way but this is the action of my collected action, my subconscious adaptation based on what has worked for me so far. I have a shell. And a switch for that shell. The more I expose myself, the more I must hide.

      “Can you hide me? I’m not exactly sure who it is that is after me.”

I had a dream about the police and awoke pleasantly to a cup of coffee in my face. “Do you take anything in your coffee besides chocolate chip cookies?”

      Do your due, I’m terrified of prison, enjoy life while you can, exploit what you understand.

      “Don’t you know your killing your poor mother with that foolish behaviour?” Yes, I do, and so allowing my rich one to live, the one she didn’t know existed, with subjugates and luxuries.

      I AM ABSORBED BY THE WORLD, I’VE FORGOTTEN who I am. Time and time again. I expect the unexpected, At the most inopportune time, I hold it in, Save it for a later date, a hot one, that goes nowhere

      I don’t need anything, which is sort of like saying I need nothing. I don’t necessarily need less than I have, but I also can’t justify having any more. I know the world, I’ve lived here my whole life, I know that expectation can make me miserable but without a plan I’m going nowhere.

      Food and sex are not inevitable parts of perception. Of life and death, but existence may be without them. Every thing we think we need we do, but that does not mean these things are constantly or consistently necessary.

      We are champions of light, tourists of the underworld. The only thing we all have in common, it’s better than we thought it would be.

      No such thing as a free lunch. “There’s only one thief; everyone else is just trying to get their shit back.” –Old Army saying

      I heard a horror story of a drug that, with just one well placed whiff, the consumer loses all free will and self control. A couple days later they awake in a park, go to their apartment only to find it empty, their landlord explaining the resident came with a truck and mysterious people to move out immediately, their belongings never to be seen again.

      “A great spirit will always find opposition in lesser minds.”

      I admit I’ve been harboring terrorists, using my first person creativity towards affirmative action and understanding. I know we all do our best. It’s not the person I don’t trust. it’   s the drug.

      A: “A quiet mouth don’t get fed” B: “. . . but a quiet mouth ain’t hungry.”

Welcome to victimhood, population: YOU.

      “I can’t believe it happened to me, and what kind of prevention exists in a world made of inhibition and filters? We still have our intuition, our bad feelings and our gut reaction.”

Secrets are trouble, lies are problems

      Last night the world was ending, it looked much like today, bright and blue. A bridge fell on my leg and a building. My world was falling as it tried to destroy me. I woke before it was over.

I realized the worst way to possibly die is to be a hamster flushed down a toilet. It starts out bad and gets worse and worse even though it doesn’t really go anywhere.