wishE

Something spins helplessly upward to where silver swirls break on horizons beak. Then down.

Plunk

Sometimes rocks are tricky,
they can be too light,
or too heavy,
Then your trajectory is off,
and it plunks down.
Instead of
Skipping

Bumped

Brushing shoulders is a fake intimacy, love wants space.

How Rude

The what-why-whatever syndrome is here to stay.
Deal with it or go away.
You cannot change stubborn minds without killing them first.
Reality is harsh
its not seen on Mtv.
Radio stars are laughing with cancerous coffs
and the silent film actors invented 25 obscene gestures still used today.

status update

It is sickening how many hours of our lifes are wasted waiting for the intangable to become tangable. years  spent - eye's glued to the screen watching the grains of sand falling and churning. The hours upon hours we waste waiting for things to upload and download and buff. . .buff. . . buffering..... As if there is no world other than the one being decoded and decrypted infront of us. Like there is not really a blue sky, or trees, and grass outside. Like maybe the world has become so sci-fi advanced that there is no real world- just tweeted verbs and skype recorded fragments of humanity, of reality. . .. (hold on im updating my facebook)
online we always seem to be waiting for something. .. . like the DMV. (im waiting for my energy to refill on Mafia wars)there is just to much incurable waiting and downloading and updating and software. computers are wonderful inventions but it is not real life, posts and blogs and updates and tweets and chats, those are not real human interactions. We all need to get up from our computer a little more and feel whats real.

Back to oz

Sometimes dragonfly earrings don't sparkle as green as they should
like the emerald city got dragged back to Kansas
and OZ is a little high on poppies
cobain behind the curtain pulling strings and singing sad things
My scarecrow has one hell of a brain
my tin man a heart
and my lion a shit-ton of courage
sadly i lost Todo a while ago
but saw them live in concert.
Ironicly I guess I'm Dorothy
but I aint got no ruby slippers.

Functions of man

Breath.
Through the noes out the mouth.
Deep into our lungs oxygen disappears.
We can scream, shout, talk, whisper or
Just breath. It is essential.

Eat.
Cut, chew, chew, swallow
Macerate, eviscerate, consume.
We can hunt,harvest or hoard,
But it all goes to one place.
We are like Tasmanian devils,
And nothing can satisfy us for long.


Shit.
Down through the coils of the boa
In our bowels. Slipping through us as if
It really contributes to the world.
Better out then in. Sewage runs through our cities in veins
And arteries, to our oceans and rivers.
Pollution is natural.

Breath. Eat. Shit. Everyone is capable.
We are walking black holes. Leaving behind mostly nothing but debris.
All of it is for nothing if you can't find a purpose. If you do just those 3 things your are not doing enough.

Think. You can do it too.