roadless to the moon...

i run into dead ends because i like cozy corners.

lollilolli

the backend of her kindness is a vicious snake, hungry for flesh.

shed

i remain with skin to shed on my path to selflessness.

headphones

you kicked me out of the house and my first thought was "dammit... my headphones are inside."

filter noise into

sounds with beats

raw

road

tho the bulb at the end of the road was out, i still walked towards it.

gimmicks

the blind photographer and painter.

i'd love to help, as long as it does not inconvenience me.

...or as long as i benefit from my aid.

thought...

virtual social networking will come triumphant over plastic surgery once the desire to interact outside the digital domain is dead.. you can be yourself by looking how you wanna look without leaving the comfort of your home, you dont even have to die, if you only exist int he digital domain as long as you pay your web server and your profile continues to update. you can even set yourself on auto-reply. neo-mummification.

think like pixelated ink

spread the spaces with no outlines.

rather...

i'd rather be called something that i'm not than something i fear to become.

thought...

so, why do so many inconclusive and/or incoherent thoughts happen so quickly that makes it seem as if the day goes on for longer than it feels and yet, not long enough to make it feel as productive as desired?

surprising///

i shoved maple syrup into my ice cream and it wasnt as AMAZING as i thought it was going to be... m

i present... a sandwich...

THE CLASH OF THE TITANS ( i call it) on the ONE CORNER: peanut butter with jelly (AND/OR ketchup, according to choice) ON THE OTHER CORNER: mayo, mustard, ham, spinach and a slice of cheese. 3,2,1.. (you DO understand "corner" means bread slices, right? AWESOME, moving on) BITE! and let the flavors fight IN YOURMOUTH! enjoy...

hit of the party...

i was the hit of the party when i showed up with these: peanut butter wrapped in kale

unbalanced and a plea...

i know what i want, but not what i need. you know what you need, but clueless onto what you want. can we keep talking? can we keep asking?

limb

like a dead limb, i was lost in space with no identity and away from my owner.

i ate my toys..

saturday

keep the wheels turning... for, underwater, only bubbles give us breath. it took me a long time to understand the language of my saturday nightmares.

witch

she had'em ready. and when the children would come, she would unleash them.

boxe

all the creatures that escaped nearly puked on my pillow as they made fun of my remianing thoughts.

train

we waited in the station, but never followed the tracks.

medical

you're the best surgeon. but i hate your waiting room with its old magazines and always open for walk-ins.

i wanna be remembered

fight

...AND nature will self-destruct to bring our cleverness down by branching out to a star, swallowing it whole, flaming the illness it believes we are.

minimalist's benefits...

i'm glad to be dating a minimalist. i dont have to worry about birthday or christmas presents. instead, i can take things away, and it's like proving a favor. "i'm helping you have even LESS!"

quick short myth...

Once the gods collaborated to create humans. they kept them unwrapped in their realms, waiting for the right time to unleash them into the world. At one point, a particular god lost patience quicker than his fellows and rushed to play with the new humans. Instantly, others noticed the action taken and did the same. like bratty children, the gods fought and argued as to who would decide what to do with these new humans. the hows and wheres and whys turned into counterarguments and agressive insults from one deity to another with no specific purpose other than the hidden excuse "i wanna have a stronger relevance to these humans than you." angrily pulling the new toys that were designed with a beneficial serving purpose to their new set, the earth, the gods fought so much that they tore them apart. humans were designed with awareness, so they realized the conflictive nature of the gods. the moment they fell into earth, damaged, torn and broken. they decided to never obey the gods who caused their wreck. obviously, the gods were not happy with their broken new creation, let alone with their constant disobedience. ...and ever since, the gods and humans have not gotten along.

dreamings...

A: So... when are you following your dreams? B: I wanna follow the one where i jump off the cliff and fly into bliss. A: ...Yeah? THAT one?

the second night...

we lied on the floor as the comment "i dont want a relationship right now. i'm trying to figure my shit out" was whispered. with all sincerity, i replied "i was just wondering if you wanted some company while you figure your shit out and i figure mine". i think a smile followed that.

question...

what visual que is it required to get your brain rolling to discuss a perspective?

ITS A DOOR, NOT A WALL. please do come in. the loudest voice was not the strongest nor the clearest. it was simply, the loudest.

self-explained

yes, he laid there. yes, nameless. yes, wondering the purpose of your name and how to rip it away from you. yes, he will/ no. you will not get it back.

a view on the hierarchy.

because those on top should not be stepping on those beneath them, rather should be supported by those who lift them.

we were hoping for rain on our wedding day surrounded by trees and those who never left our side. what did god ever promise that we thought we heard correctly? was there a stutter that changed the meaning? is my god honest or do i believe lies i dont know? easily forgettable is the noisiness of silence. easily dismissible is that which is hard to understand. easily difficult it is to disregard a a mistake. can we find other ways to interpret the phrase to make noise? i'm eating feathers with the thoughts of value market deals.

letter.

i dont like sleeping alone, let alone, to sleep. i sleep out of necessity. there are other things to do. when i am awake, i know i'm probably sleeping. when i'm sleeping, i shouldn't be dreaming. and when i'm dreaming, i wonder how to do it when awake.

what is there to know, anyways?

when in time do you exist?

she wrote poems without names. she ate the veggies she forgot to roast. and we still refuse to eat meat. she mentions desert, she mentions nutrients, digestion and flavors but no words or lines to the entre. the poem goes thru the evening and she talks about the spoon, the knife but not the main course.

there's those words that need no negotiation. there are those words that are concrete; we just havent arranged the letters in the right order yet. we havent uttered the sounds accurately yet. we havent been listening as well as we thought. he came home thinking she'd made an altar when all she did was assemble a table. and came blood from the bloom of the cherry blossoms. Are material possessions only the tangible, quantifiable and/or the manifested? yeah, never should the promise of personal happiness should come with a name; rather, it should come with a name to be given for itself.

gates

when an exit looked like an exit, i knew i had to turn my back on those i came to see.

oink...

the pig maneuvered the scorpion's oral stinger and ruled the undetermined landscape.

no villains..

no villains, only disagreements. whenever i meet a child i particularly dislike, i stop and wonder "who's being the child now?" dear lady outside- i just never know when to follow you.

hue

thank you mom and dad, for giving me the gun you shot me in the back with.

So.. every red light was a hint to pause and think about its hue.,

fuck.

when climbing, the higher you go, the thiner the air is. take a deep breath and remember how you got so high... SO.. how long until we start naming children emoticons? @_@ ^_^ Lol. :-) and his brother :) 9^9.

neighbors

the fear of most creators..

the fear of most creators is to have their 7 days poorly judged in a minute. the lives a line can make...

unmythed

with her...

Dilemma, is the way you make me quote loud songs and keep'em to myself for the sake of being considerate to those around.

things she said...

Dont take me to a stake house; i dont wanna smell blood.

PRESS

i'm your snooze button.

on cooking..

Cooking reminds me of the impatience that provokes me to eat raw meals.

still trying to be edgy in a world that loves to cut corners