Wednesday, September 29, 2010

i recognize you
sitting in a living
not much passing
except notes
they make
for a long
thanks
that's private!
don't read it!
don't speak it!
don't need it!
i can't give it!
just leave it!
or i will leaf blow you
with seventy nine horse power
enough to blow you clear cross the state
my space is my space
my junk is my junk
YOU HEARDS ME
LEAVE THE STUFF
DON'T READ IT
IT'S PRIVATE
I MEAN IT

Sunday, September 19, 2010

this many thoughts
in a 6 quart container
yield four servings
when only three are needed

what to do with the excess?
not compostable
don't want to waste it
goes bad after three days
guess i'll toss it in the ocean

but i don't live near an ocean!
crap.
guess i'll dig a hole in my front yard
these thoughts can add some nitrogen to the soil
make it more fertile

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A man's respect for law and order exists in precise relationship to the size of his paycheck.
- Adam Clayton Powell Jr.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

okay hey yeah

oh hey.
hello.
and this thus that ate sacks of sock juice.

ewwwww.
what is sock juice?

I'll tell you what it is young skylooker
it is a potato sack filled with fluids extracted from dirty socks made dirty by a football team. a professional football team. A superbowl team.

oh hey.
hey yeah.
okay.
sure yeah.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

fun suckers

bubble beez on my knees outside.
geez.
picnick.
geez.
cheese.
geez.

glib glab fun sucking fun sucker.
they don't know who they are.
fun suckers that is.
most don't mean to suck fun.
but they don't know fun.
i know fun.
you know fun?
yeah.
we know fun.
let's show the fun suckers how to have fun.

Monday, December 7, 2009

To Do List:

1. What I want
2. Repeat number 1

Thursday, December 3, 2009

i want a apple

here i is.

i want a apple.

he gots me real good.

its big front beef ate sixty plastic containers.

matee

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

durly.

hey box,
suspended in the air three feet in front of my face
I'm going to write something in you

meaningful

durly.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Ode to school

I have almost defeated you, school.
your weight will not be on my shoulders much longer.

You cannot prevent me from good.

You will not be able to keep me from learning.

I am almost through with you, school!
With your work, papers, what have you!


But I must say,
That I don't know who I would be without you.
I am appreciative for all you have taught me
you have cost a lot of money


books
good lectures
ideas, many I've kept and still visit daily
music goodness
good good
big vocabulary
a big good vocabulary
real good big vocabulary
lots of big words
good ideas about time management and passing interviews

thanks, but
ta.
fair thee well
see you again in the future probably

until then,
world tour

Friday, November 20, 2009

who are you, work

Who are you, work?
What is your philosophy?
Why do you change the things that I enjoy into activities that I detest?
Why do you take the fun out of fun?
Who invented you?

You transform the most wonderful things into...


work.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

acoustic vs. electronic old
school vs. hip meditative vs.
energetic vs. timeless express


rally them all behind that which i got

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I grudge you

here it comes...

I've been expecting it for a while now..

not sure i'm ready.
no, I'm not ready.

made me miss the meteors. I grudge you for that.

oh no,
now?
no, no,
PLEASE!



WRITE THIRTY PAGES
DON'T SLEEP
REMEMBER EVERYTHING AND MARK THE CORRECT BOX
I WILL EVALUATE YOUR MIND AND LIFE


IT HURTS


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

can you really blame me?



I like to eat bacon
I like to cook with bacon grease
it transforms bland veggies
into something tasty

I want to be a vegetarian
but I like the taste of bacon
am I a conscious consumer
the answer is yes and I'm not fakin
I wear adidas sambas
and drink folgers coffee
I occasionally shop at walmart
but can you really blame me?
can you really blame me?

I ride my bike when I can
it's true, I tend to make excuses
I think that I'm a good person
and that my efforts are not useless

who made my clothes
who made my shoes
I think I saw the kid
on the evening news

me sugar coated funride

peak it in the northern lights
set your sights on rainbow flights
for six gold pieces and seven silver horns
i've told all of the gnomes adorned

with

bracelets
necklaces
shoes out the door
for all kinds of occasions but especially fun

the most important occasion
daily doses by injection
syringe made of puddy that tastes like honey
that if licked it will stick on your forarm

in the sky to the up
bright flashes of teal and purple
make me giddy and feel fizzy
like a little man in a plane
riding through the rain
eating little skittle candies
decorated with sparkling sugars
escorted by a symphony of commercials

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

and this,
ladies and gents,
is the heart of the matter:

________ begets ________ and
history _________ the future

Monday, November 9, 2009

ocd

when I don't have homework to think about all the time
what will I worry about then?
dental care?
slowly changing seasons?
pick a random sports team and care about their record?

If I didn't have that hanging over my head
would I be sitting on top of something?
always needing to get something done?
be on the run?
do the best at everything
and pick up what I left at the restaurant last week?

predisposition to be overwhelmed by
how many blades of grass there are and
my inability to count them all
volume control
deadline completion
order of events

Saturday, November 7, 2009

honey oat bunchers
clogged up in my back left molar
but I love cereal
I just have to remember to floss

usb chord
to transfer yesterday into a
compatible format
observable by all

flat tire baking
for my friend i'm waiting
though there is plenty to do
i'll row that boat out

Monday, November 2, 2009

tapes

those were the days.
discipline!
diss
ah
pline.


....sequin?
whats a sequin...

i want orange.
i want orange side burns.

arg matee.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

studying history is never useless, but not always engaging.

un arbol

hay que pensar en la respiracion. dicen que es un processo natural, pero muchas veces no empieza sin empujarla.

es un dia bonito
luz bonita
un libro importante para leer
cafe me esta esperando
una persona tan bella
que nunca he conocido
para salvar
al menos
un arbol

Monday, October 19, 2009

I've sold my thoughts to a piece of paper!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

this sentence is satirical.
this sentence is comical.

this sentence

is serious.


this sentence encourages feedback.
this sentence is reflective.


oooooo.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience.
- John Cage