I am the anti-hero, misunderstood, neurotic and insecure with a series of unfortunate incidents with the opposite sex. Prone to nihilistic counter culture tendencies, I fight battles everyday real or metaphysical. Betrayed in the worst way, life cut me deep with her cold blade, I am still standing, unafraid. This is where I write....I need the words.
1. Get Money
2. Spend Money
3. Stay Fly
4. Don’t Lie (unless it’s a damn good lie, and in that case, lie til the day you die.)
5. Never explain yourself
6. Defend the mentally ill and the weak
7. Don’t fight but never stop fighting
8.Keep calm and you control the universe
9. Go where angels fear to tread, for the Gods are with you
10. Wisdom starts with silence
11. Never settle for less than butterflies
Dark and radiant is how I roll….
I’d rather a thousand bullets blazing from a thousand guns
Than how I felt when you just left with no good-bye
Motel room filled with cigarette smoke that burned my lungs
Where I sat bleeding
My so called life a procrastinated suicide
I clawed at the bugs beneath my junkie skin
A lingering before the cold darkness
Relentlessly began her creeping
Her numbness to the pain of my gangrenous mind
The ghosts waltzed to the devil’s violin
I didn’t want it beautiful
I wanted a fucking tragedy
The day I went searching to make death look pretty
I would love to but….
I just got a new vacuum cleaner and I am committed to vacuuming my carpet.
The guy on TV said, “Don’t move and stay tuned!”
Well, I don’t feel it would be fair to the other inmates at the asylum
I am doing a million dollar piece puzzle with my cat
I am attending the opening of my garage door
I thought I might try solving a cure for cancer tonight
I have come down with a very. very rare. disease
My plot to take over the local Wal-mart is in a critical phase that demands my immediate attention
I am practicing living up to my potential
It’s just a bit too close to the turn of the century
I have several hard words I need to look up in the dictionary
I just got a pet rock and it’s not wise to leave it alone his first night
I don’t 1think I should be left `11alone with other people@5
I have to trim my pubic hair
I have to study for my urine test with parole
Your cruising in his truck…this guy who is so fine, so beautiful. He won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. You feel like you have done something so wrong. Something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed a bottle of pills or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt and just so tired.
Your in the truck of this beautiful guy, and you so desperately want to tell him you honestly love him. But, it’s hot, your a nerd and he’s cool— so you sit there trying to choke back the words, fight the emotions that push to overwhelm you, your almost terrified, trembling, this moment is everything, it matters in the deepest of ways…but than he touches you and offers a crooked smile like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart take root inside you and in that moment you’ve discovered something for which you don’t even have a name for….and the world is alright again, and you think maybe you’ll make it.