MUSINGS OF A USER

Introduction: “For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Maybe there’s no point to naming this shit anymore?

I Agree

We Agree

Stop that alliteration

Joke

Folk

Toke

Toph

Mope

Soap

(fill in the next one for yourself)

Spring City PA has my love and hate

Love for the man that wedded my brothers

Hate for the court that shall punish the officiator

Though I feel it’ll be decades till I take my last single walk

I Roar to Rep for any man who’s crazy enough to tether himself to another EL

Taking it past a single stanza calls for poise of the little limbs inside

Slipping into a sold slumber of beats breeds transcendent unity

Such union that starts and ends wars

Equality

No dream is false judgement is

Running towards mastery makes for little praise

Masses hurl “Insanity” then praise the product of the recluse

Mother fosters and defends the child

Welcome the Yang into your definition of Normal

U Look TIRED

Autonomic functions fuck up

Absence is your closest companion

Ascension seems impossible

Acclimation becomes your primary tactic

Work-Bathe-Work-out-Bathe=Pretend to be Amused

REPEAT

SANG

Just sing yo song boy

Don’t worry ‘bout the World Understanding

Songs are teaching machines

Without a Operator the machines won’t

Work

LOOK

Letting go of Love is a foil of humanity

My first and last addiction

The ultimate punishment.

JANKY

Mariposa teach ME how to love the breeze as I did the cocoon

How did you maintain?

What am I trying to prove?

That I’m not just a cute face mouth open

That’s not an answer.

Ok Here Goes,

Research that which betters peoples knowledge of the world.

To do that one must learn life’s lessons as they come

Not rush into that which is perilous but simply live

Paralysis doesn’t mean you stop living

Still not an answer.

That’s the answer. I dont know what I’m trying to prove.

Which is why I explain all my actions/thoughts/opinions

to try and figure out

it’s too much for one mind

Not the point

Sacred

Maybe that’s what Im trying to prove

That living by love is the way

Does it matter? Figure.

Missing out on Hip Hop

shhhh

Function on a low descible

So you laugh at your dreams

empty your spread of dirt

Empty the tower of secrets, for there’s no honor in deception

Build an Honest monument to Love

shhhh

Comp

Post

gliding on a silver spoon

pea soup hits the floor

still makes happy faces

why do we forget.

There’s no hope in pretending not to make sense

There’s no hope in pretending

There’s no hope in just pretending

There’s no hope in pretending not to pretend

There’s no hope in trying not to pretend to pretend

There’s no hope in pretending to stop pretending

There’s no hope in pretending not to care about pretending

There’s no hope in pretending that pretending doesn’t matter

there’s no hope in pretending that everybody else pretends

there’s no hope in pretending that everybody else doesn’t pretend as much as you do

there’s no hope in pretending that that everybody else doesn’t see you pretending

there’s no hope in pretending that everybody else doesn’t like you better when you pretend

there’s no hope in pretending that everybody likes you when you pretend

So stop pretending

What really makes the one person better than another?

Opinion or actions

Do we come by our perceptions based upon the past or the acclimation of the present?

Go car Go

Maybe if I think myself far enough into the ground I’ll die?

That’s pretending

Go car Go

We know nothing but what we make ourselves seek after

The question is the horizon we chase.

You only say “I Hate You” to the guys that you really love.

All I want to say when I look him in his eyes is I Hate You

I Hate you for taking me into the dark room

I Hate you for making me share our sex with the rest of the world

I Hate you for making me realize I just want you

I Hate You for respecting my mother

I Hate You for surrounding me with  hoes so I see I’m not one

I Hate You for kissing so deep that’s all I want

I Hate You for not believing my lies

I Hate You for turning the radio down so that you can listen to me talk

I love you too

Really I Hate You

#Autumn

Jose opens his eyes to see the red rear lights of the cars in front of him, his eyes close again. He begins to wonder why the man to his left is so kind to him. Of all the random gentlemen that have courted him in the past why has he repeatedly spent time with this one. Maybe its the way his stubble graces his forehead? Or how quickly he responds to his touch? The way he kisses him? Yes that must be it. Like he means it and what surprises Jose the most is that he kisses him back with the same intent. Is this what they call Falling? To be honest he doesn’t believe he can fall again there’s too many scrapes on his knees. Still as they pull up to his Mommas house Jose doesn’t want to get out, he just wants to spend the night in his arms repeating that goodnight kiss. “You know someone asked me tonight if you were my husband” said Jose

Him: Oh

Jose: I said no, he’s not my husband

Him: That was just his way of figuring out if you were single or not.

Jose: It’s just weird that people assume that about us

Him: He was into you, don’t let it get to you

Jose: I had a good time tonight

Him: So did I beautiful.

Jose: Really though I think it says something when random people assume we’re married

Him: Why do you feel you have to get married?

Jose: I didn’t say that, and I like the idea of it, but I would like someone to date

Him: Do you think it will happen?

Jose: Yes it’ll probably happen when I stop looking for it, or expecting it to happen

Him: Mmmhmm They look at the other for a long second

Jose: Where is my hat?

Him: On the floor. After Jose gathers his things in his arms they wrap each other in a tight embrace and kiss with their eyes open. As Jose walks towards his door he finds himself unable to think of any prolific question or witty remark. Only the image of his eyes as they said good night laid on his mind.Wait there was one thing that he wanted and that was for those eyes to be the first and last thing he saw every day and night.

Suck My Mess

Suck My Dress

Suck My Face

Suck My Bass

Suck My Flick

Suck My Wrist

Suck My Gig

Suck My Gig

Accounting for the legality of  perspectives you  place upon my actions remains my greatest foil

I meant to keep you number one in my life

But this pen has me by the balls

Just because I don’t say something doesn’t mean you can’t see it in my eyes

Still you want some printed proof of my adoration

I kiss you with eyes open

You want to be first I understand that

but this pen has me by the balls

Is it enough that I’m writing this poem about how i know why you stay away?

GIVE NADA TOCA TODO

I give up making excuses

I give up making you feel good about yourself

I give up trying to make songs about the color of your eyes

I give up singing

I give up writing

I give up walking

I give up getting high

I give up telling you I love you

I give up pain

I give up food

I give up getting out of bed before noon

I give up staying up all night

I give up painting

I give up music

I give up taking long walks

I give up guessing what shapes the clouds make

I give up making love

I dont give up fucking

I dont give up saying fuck

I do give up saying fuck in public

I give up

I give away my free will

I do not give up my intelligence

I give love to people who were deprived

Jesus is DEAD. Andrew Remains.

Fuck sleep.

P

You know when you hear something great how you just feel light

Your whole being feels light

Organs begin to pulse along to the beat

Everything around you dissolves as your soul melds with an outside virus

Product is meaningless

Only the feeling

Please Dont Stop

Nothing else matters but this H of the ears

Please Dont Stop

You Praise Allah that someone outside yourself managed to sing that tune you didn’t know existed

Please Dont Stop

This is when the track ends

So your mind keeps the beat going on its own until you

Shoot Up

Click

Please Dont Stop

Nev came to the realization that she was never going to show up. So he took the red flower out of his lapel and drank the rest of his vodka tonic. Why would someone carry on with him for 3 years on the internet only to bail out of the moment of physical contact. Maybe she came in and thought that he was hideous? Or that she was too hideous to be seen with him? Cowardice keeps all people from following their true heart’s desires. Did she mean to make him feel this way? So hopeless. Not about love or even the relationship but about people in general. Nev would now have no solid faith in people, did she mean to wreck him so? Did she ever exist? Is she watching him right now? Is she even a she? Just then a fairly handsome man sits in the chair opposite Nev and says “ I was about to leave once I saw you put the flower down, then I thought maybe I could make this man feel better”

Nev: What?

Nick: You just got stood up right?

Nev: Is it that obvious?

Nick: I only recognized because I’ve been there myself

Nev: Have you.

Nick: Can i buy you a drink?

Nev: Sure

Nick: Vodka or Gin tonic, I just know it was clear.

Nev: Vodka

Nick: Alright

Nick goes and return with two clear drinks.

Nev: We’re twins.

Nick: What?

Nev: We both drink Vodka tonics.

Nick: Oh this is Gin, but I’ve always wanted a twin.

Nev: Yeah so you could make up a language?

Nick: Um get out of my head.

Nev: Only say it cause that’s why I wanted one

Nick: And so you could see what your orgasam face looks like.

They laugh

Nev: Have we met before?

Nick: Yeah I’m the woman you were supposed to meet here tonight.

Nev then downs the rest of his fresh drink while keeping eye contact with his new friend.

Nev: You’re sick.

Nick: Am I?

Nev: I’m not gay.

Nick: Neither am I.

Nev: So why pretend to be a woman?

Nick: I’ve always wanted to know how it felt to be in power in a relationship

Nev: I should fucking kick your ass.

Nick: Probably and I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, but just hear me out ok?

Nev: Ok.

Nick: I know how deeply a man can love and I’m a nice guy and I’ve always wanted to feel that returned. So yeah I catfished you into a relationship but to feel that love a man’s deep adoration has been one of the complete relationships I’ve ever had. And really isn’t that what we want as men? To be loved and treated how we love and treat another? So now we’ve got a chance to do that Nev. I’m not saying we have to fuck, I’m saying that we get to love each other.

Nev: First I’m still going to beat your ass and second, I love you too. Now go get me another drink.

XXVI

As I washed my youth off this morning

I didn’t feel older or wiser, Just my age

Always skinny

Babyfaced with the soul of a forty year old

Broken Heart mended

Yeah I smiled to myself

no lie.

No one will care for me like Mommy does

But I’ve got to leave her embrace and bear the world my art

based in her love I shall implode this world’s hate for what’s opposite.

Never be what they can understand

Simply put you should be what you want to be

Pain slips in and out of this fired brain

So fast it no longer registers

Its been so long since I felt home in my own skin.

Commitment becomes what we aspire to

Is someOne worth it?

Claro que si

I found that one

Can I wait

Yes

Last time calling me baby

A bird is carrying me to His embrace.

XXVI (ii)

As I squat on the curb I look at the bulge in his pocket and smile

The kids at PS 127 are bursting onto the playground

We make eye contact and his green eyes manage to smile

As my pants expand to fit my bulge his empty out

When will the Ivory dome excise a paper to fill the void?

XXVI (iii)

Everybody loves Cake

No Share

Share

Complete your own sentences before you let someone do it

Wait so I let you speak for me?

Im not sharing,

Yum Yum.

NoDUCKinMyGOOSE

Fuck the bullshit

Fuck the bad shit i think about myself

Fuck the dirty people I’ve allowed in my life

Fuck trying to be anything that I am not

Fuck pleasing other people at the expense of my dignity

Fuck following any other path than my own

Fuck

Fuck it

Fuck

Fuck the things people say to bring me down

Fuck being down

Fuck wallowing in the past

Fuck not getting better

Fuck second guessing my initial response

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck it

Fuck writing things the way people taught me how to

Fuck

Fuck keeping my eyes on the ground

Fuck appearing happy so others are comfortable

duck

Fuck

Goose.

FARGO FORGOT My I.D.

Where is my voice?

Think it got dropped between the seat and the glove compartment while i was getting my chapstick

There’s no end to the search is there?

One is forever searching through vowels, prepositions, and couplets

attempting to rhyme a reason out of the vibrations at the bottom of our throats

Truth is no one knows just how they sound,

it’s all a refraction off nodes that seem to float in midair.

Wait

They do float in mid air.

As do we all.

Gravity.

TEACHER & STUDENT

Why do we lean on technique?

I forgot mine awhile ago

So you can create another one

Though it surprises me and shows up when i least expect

Both teacher and student are students and constantly learning as the lesson unfolds.

The teacher just makes a plan

The student expands that plan to places the teacher does not plan,

Its just a guideline

a blueprint

Rules

Lessons

Got it

Yah

Need me to go back?

No.

STARCH

Love the sound

Even silence has a taste to it

something bitter sweet

Seek that dark chocolate with the devotion of a knight of the round table

Light in darkness is possible for my light is always on,

Vibrations bring my light bubbling to the surface of my face

then spills over in the extension of my lips

Smili

Smile for love.  

My vocab needs a refurbishment

Hey I spelled that right the first time

Look Mama

No Spellcheck.

DISTANCE

The distance between my mid back and the bed keeps growing

there’s no way to even for the words stop

That tickles

My nose is so open you could build our dream house in it

Or drive a few semis’ into each nostril

U come up for air

I push you back down to catch your Cum

Stay close

Just a few ticks and I’ll want

Thirds.

KICKBACK

Mash isn’t that bad

just close your eyes

swallow

Same goes for a ugly penis

or a ugly guy attached to said penis

Remember to wash your mouth out.

When the east spills unto the land no one questions why or how

only a gradual flick of dust from the divide

So rides the horse back to the darkness

Such an orange dawn that one may weep a week

7 falls to the earth.

Such a dance that the mob regails as the rain trails to Zion

Panes split and tear through crap dreams

All that remains is the rough diamond

The celebration begins in Sierra Leone.

QUITE The DANDY LAD.

How do I love myself? Allow me to count the ways

Stop pushing myself down my greatness

Taking in the love

Grace

Putting out Peace & Love

Not trusting those who feing comprehension of my situation

Don’t listen to the negative

Finding peace within

Finding the Beauty in perfections

Knowing I am not perfect, just me.

There is nothing wrong or bad about Where I am

God is everywhere.

There is no building that will bring The Lord/God to or in me.

Lord is first in my life and art, Wait I said that already didn’t I?

Well Repeat. Three Times.

Humor is really the way to make it through the rain

Dance in the Rain

Sorrow, no matter how deep or broad shall pass, unless u decide to sit in it,

Which is why I say Dance in the Rain,

Forward Motion

Happy tears that’s what I’m working towards.

XXVI(iii)

This mess is me

Should I clean it up?

didn’t they  think that was all that Jackson Pollock was doing?

Swerve

Just cause

XXVI(v)

Crazy is Crazy does

State Run

Illness becomes us

the fruit punch makes us see Stars

Three Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Apex.

XXVI(vi)

When will I stop hiding behind metaphors?

What? Who said I was hiding behind?

Is there a Behind to metaphors?

I thought  

I dont think

I think

What is thinking?

Ketchup

FORGIVE THE PENNY DROPPERS

Are You gonna Stay the Night

If I was would my pant be coming back on

Did the past 36 hours mean nothing to you

Yes

But they are over

must be a lonely life

not for my dick

still

hasta luego

what

look it up.

The Primary Missed Perception About NAH

People sometimes miss that I’m a pretty happy person

Yeah there’s a lot of pain in my work though we all have pain

I’d rather be happy, and I’m happiest when i put that pain into words

That really just make me feel happy or laugh

Pretty Hurts

Hurts Joyfully

Falsetto

Im never alone

Hair Under My Chin.

XXVI(vii)

One thing about being in a mental institution is that is makes you very aware. in general. In every way. you just become aware of rather or not you are actually insane is what i meant to say. It was beautiful,ugly,inspiring and beyond my own imagination. A good Knock in the head andcock of my brain or brain of my cock. Whichever you prefer. Im Just a Junkie for your love. So just take what phrases  you enjoy the most. Yes. In my veins. Hopped on it. SO why are Malls becoming dangerous? Is this the reckoning they said would come upon America? I believe so. These men/boys are coming in in tactical gear to kill random workers in retail stores. Not to mention the 26 shootings in 2013 in Schools. Elementary schools. We’re woke. I keep wondering when/if the trucks will stop? No Americans are too fucking obsessed with product of our stomachs, but these tragedies are being caused by American citizens, Yah?

StrawBerry BubbleGum

Fucking  a guy I don’t know and didn’t & dont care to know

How many of us have been there?

Ditto

BobbyRay

Both of those names ring true with me

Ring

Ray when will we fuck again?

Bobby tell me when you get tired of Ray.

WILTON MANOR

Just as he was about to fall asleep the taste of the men’s eyes on his back crept into the sheets with him. Nicholas could hear them call out “Oh Baby” in their heads so much that he sang while walking down the avenue just to enjoy his morning coffee. For a notorious attention whore it even made him feel uncomfortable, to the point where by his fourth day there he just stayed on the couch and read his book. This happened to be the first book he’d committed to in two years. Sure he’d picked up a few here and there even gotten past the dreaded page 70, which is usually when he begins pondering how the next one will turn. Many times he’s read past page 70  out of spite, past the point of stale motifs and daft themes. This time, this book is different, when he took the time to look up at the page number and caught the numbers 1-2-3 he almost fell off the couch. How could He just turn/throw me away? It’s easier to see across the sea at night.

DUMB

Regan felt that he’d never decided which he wanted. A Big Mac with cheese or the two Advans in his hand. He was hungry. Famished. The white of the pills/onions teased the backside of his retina to the point of a headache. So he crushed the A. The powder would expand in his brain at the same rate the cheese would break down in his stomach. Is that right? R wasn’t sure made enough in his mind so might as well stick with it. Stomach before Brain. Final Answer? Chomp. Sniff.

Are they too short? Maybe so. Doesn’t diminish the power. #GameOfThrones

A Stolen Conversation:

1 wrote:

Do u want me to load you?

2 wrote:

I would love you to stud but two reasons I can't.

I am currently in western GA so a bit to travel

and after signing up for this site because my

partner wants to see pics and vids of me sucking

cock and getting fucked, he springs the "use

condoms" on me.  :( I'd rather not though.  But

I'm going to work on that. Otherwise I would love

to.

How big is your

dick?

#BBRT

RE: Above Conversation

See I’m not alone in this Sex addicted world. Above lay the conversation I never had but is all too familiar. Ive been on 1’s side/dick a few too many times. Is it my job to patch up these Georgian hearts? There’s got to be some easier way than exploiting each heart in striking distance. Perhaps you’ve just got to spend some time round them w/out attempting to fuck their holes, but fill their voids w/love not flesh. Not Ideas or just the ideas I think they want. How big is your dick?

Shouldn’t we be asking how big is your capacity to forgive? No All we/I care about is how big is your dick? Mine is 9 not quite 10 so it won’t reach past the base of your stomach. Or relieve the anger behind your left shoulder blade. Am I still talking about you and your problems? Or just Ours.  Drop the Y. So the correct question would be How big is Our Dick?

NASTY HAT

The door looked as though it’s been kicked open when Justin walked into his apartment. He could smell the sex as it was happening in his room. As the phermones tumbled up his nostrils his blood pressure rose. Not in a good way. J was angry as a mutherfucker. It was Valentines Day and here is his Husband fucking someone else in his bed. Automatically the roses fell to the floor. When he reached the bedroom door it hit him in the face that his husband had left his hat on the door. That’s fair Justin thought. He turned around, went to the kitchen and began to cook the dinner he’d had planned that morning.

HOW I Feel As They Spill on my Face?

Cum spilled all over his/her face

Does he really care about me?

The dick slapped his/her right cheek

Does he really care about me?

OPEN YOUR MOUTH BITCH

Does he really care about me?

Mouth opens

Cum hits tongue

Does he really care about me?

Tastes Sour

U LIKE THAT

Does he really care about me?

I LOVE IT WHEN U DO THAT

Does he really care about me?

Doesn’t matter cause I love him.

I do (not) trust anyone

Trust those who don’t deserve the time of day

Just so they know what it feels like to betray one  who doesn’t deserve it

I do not trust anyone further than I can throw them

(Keep in mind I throw like a girl who does not play softball)

In Lieu Of  Philip Seymour Hoffman

I mean this whole book. As a user of everything/one  it’s just hard to see another idol of mine fall dead this past year 2013-14. Is just too much of a sign from the universe for me to continue hiding myself from the world. To keep on using drugs as a way of hiding. Obviously hiding is really what I’m addicted , ashamed of allowing anyone to see me., so I won’t do that. Find that self control, not censorship. Cross my Heart Won’t Hide. 4 All of Us’.  

RHYME

Teal

Beal

Feel

Could someone pass me my “I give a rats ass about kids”  gene please?

Maybe all of this anger isn’t the way to go?

Perhaps the sadness would be a good way?

Happening

Happiness

Opps do attract

Out

Opp In

Fuck letting go of my confidence

Wash

Away

Fey

Fade

Maybe none of this makes any sense

Maybe you’ll catch some of what my brain throws

express.

FUCK BABY

O Loyal babe come back to our pouch.

Without you of the rain has become the banging

im aware your parents needed you near

but what about the vows we made under the fresh moon

remember how we skimmed past/round the status quo

please skim back to me

LoyaL Babe Directly Love me when I say “I Mean it this time”

U say that all the time, till you’re in these arms my hopes wont leap

*sound of footsteps running*

SEX

Making Love

Getting a Dick hard.

ANOTHER CHANCE AT SEX

Getting a Pussy wet

Sex

Making love

Giving good head

Eating good ass

Yah its gross but we all know that shit feels good

ew he said shit while talking about eating ass

Sex

Making love

Cumming w/out penetration

Sex

Making love

Pre ejaculating while your pants are still on

Sex

Making

Love

French Kiss

Snowballing.

DUNBAR’s RANT

Maybe I write about sex all the time cause I’m not having it on a regular basis.

Or I’m just Human...thought.

We think about sex a lot, maybe too much, but I’ve got to turn this into some form of payable asset.

Just stop being stupid about it.

Keep  poetry close to my heart.

By that just stop posting it willy nilly.

Maybe its time to take the blog down.

Or just start blogging about something real and just stop pushing my shit out there like its a fucking holiday  cause there’s no copycats on ideas or poetry.

Stop acting stupid. or like somethings terribly wrong with me.

I mean somethings wrong with everybody but like its paralysing me.

But as if what is wrong with me is myself actually. that made no sense but perfectly describes my problem. There’s just too many good thought flying round my head to just pick one, or to stop the cyclone and settle. that made no sense cause I actually made a sentence describing what’s going on in my head.

So you could say I am a fleeting thought addict. Or user Addict better pegs it.

I do the same with my emotions or I let it show on my face how fast my mind moves and then when I’m not in deep thought I look like someone in deep thought.

But aren’t we all in deep thought or is that just me hoping? No we’re all in deep thought, until something picks our eyes off the ground.

I don’t want to give up hope that people, music, outside stimuli will pick me up out of my sandbox.

Sex, thought is a form of sex with self, beyond masturbation cause mastubation has some sort of by product.

Cum.

What’s the Cum of Thought?

I just answered my own question.

No

Right.

TEN

Mike Posner

Wake Up

No one likes your sadness

Wake Up

You’re not a Kid

Wake Up

They all hear

Wake Up

As many times as I close my eyes and imagine a beach each time I open I’ll still find myself LandLocked

Look Right/West

Start Walking

Thumb Out

I’ll pay my father back

Thumb Out.

PIEDMONT

How many great stories have I left untold by going out and frolicking around Paris.That’s a question best left unasked. Plus u gotta live to have the story worth telling. So a story...Frank was admiring the football players from a far which is the position that he flourished in when it came to football. The leaves had just began to turn and fall and left a golden/brown path before him. Just as he reached the second verse of the yellow brick road in his head a clear voice of reality stuck him out of his pigTails and blue dress. “Do you skip down this trail often” rang the voice.

Frank: Um no. Oh God you were watching that, how long?

Vince: About 2 verses, you’re a pretty good dancer.

Frank: No I’m not but thank you.

Vince: Do you have a name.

Frank: Frank.

Vince: Vince

Frank: I didn’t ask for yours.

Vince: But you needed to know. Now we’re not strangers.

Frank: Not quite

Vince: Well I won’t offer you any candy, and I don’t have black BMW for you to hop in.

Frank: Well you’d be arrested if you drove a car through the green.

Vince: You’re a smart ass, do you live around here?

Frank: Now that’s a creepy question.

Vince: Just curious.

The two begin walking in harmony, away from the football game (yeah that’s still happening) Frank: No I don’t live near here.

Vince: Neither do I.

Frank: Wow we could be sisters with all that we have in common.

Vince: You must be in college

Frank: if you want to believe that, fine

Vince: Oh

Frank: Don’t worry I’m 17 which is above the legal age of consent in this state, and as long as you bite me when I ask I won’t squeal to the police.

Vince: Damn, that sounded rehearsed.

Frank: This isn’t my first time at the rodeo but, rarely do I follow through, I like you, plus you liked me after you saw me daydream.

Vince: So..

Frank: Did I move too fast for you?

Vince: No, just not used to boys, um young men your age being so clear about what they want, and funny.

Frank: So is the part where we talk about politics or you invite me to your hotel room.

Vice; Um.

Frank: Yes I love cum but not on my face, and we will be fucking with condoms, if it comes to that, but really let’s be honest you weren’t looking at my calves.

Vince (through a smile): No I wasn’t. You are not a bad dancer. And Sure if you want to talk about politics we can.

Frank: After I suck your dick for a spell  then yes I’ll tell you what I think about the U.S’s big brother approach to the Middle East and why Education in public Schools must be reformed from the Administration down.

Vince: Dam

Frank: I usually don’t get that until my pants are down.

Vince: You have a boyfriend?

Frank: No

Vince: I’d like the chance

Frank: Vince, Im 17, let’s get past the first fuck before we go ring shopping.

Vince: Baby steps.

Frank: fuck before we run.

Vince: good thing we walked first.

Frank: Exactly, which way is your hotel?

Vince: Won’t you be missed?

Frank: You’re stalling

Vince: To the east.

Vince begins walking west.

Frank: That’s west, but you’re going in the right direction.

Vince: Wow

Frank: Again, usually after my pants hit the ground, i’ll take it.

Vince: You must’ve been the most popular kid at recess

Frank: I was the child with a book in his hand.

Vince:  I see.

Frank: You’re not going to talk this much in bed right?

Vince: Doubt it

Frank: Good. Close your mouth before something flies in it.

The two locked hands as they walked under the archway exiting the park. As they were crossing the street they were hit by a bus. This was the shortest unknown marriage to date. If you know of  another, please inform me. I’d like to know.

Real: Reality is just what we feel bombarded around our skull.

USER:

You Are Not a User,

You are not running this country into the ground

You are not the first

You will not be the last

Your parents will never fully understand you

Your brothers/sisters will always tease you

Your friends will become the family u wish u had been born into

(truth is u were born into it)

Your friends will betray you just as deeply if not worse that your parents

You will have to leave the nest one day

This will be harder for the nest than it is for you

Today is that day

So what the fuck are you doing still sitting in your mother’s loveseat?

ALONE

I am lonely

I am lonely because

I am Lonely because I like being alone

I am lonely because I think its safer that being un-alone

I am lonely because I don’t trust people

I am lonely because I don’t trust myself

I am lonely because I don’t trust people to not hurt me

I am lonely because I’ve been rejected

I am lonely because I reject love

I am lonely because I love everything/body and being a whore is not respectable

I am not lonely because I do not love myself

I am lonely because I am not sure what love is

I am lonely because I like myself more than other people

I am lonely because I want someone to bitch-slap me and love me all at once

I am lonely because I don’t know if I/you can forgive myself for all the bad shit Ive done

I am lonely because I want to be saved

I am lonely because I want to be used

I am lonely because I want

I am lonely because I need attention and I get that attention from being alone (I think)

I am lonely because I actually believe the bullshit in the line above/before this one

I am lonely because I am afraid of someone seeing how weird I am

I am lonely because I think it may teach me something about myself

I am lone

I am Alone.

Conclusion: “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” - Edgar Allan Poe

Epilogue: There must be the something about the way that my fellows sound. We’ve got this missing tone that will never fully come to our furisicion. Listening to the problems of so many other people has drawn me to a place where I don’t think I can continue to listen to anything the regular people have to say to me. Really I’ve got the time to believe that when my Royal time can and will come upon me. Though people have told me that at some point it will come back to me I’m not sure if it will. Somewhere over the rainbow little bluebirds fly.

Dedication: ATLANTA. JOHNS CREEK.  The Harper Family. Mom who always put my needs before her own. Dad who is and will always be my closest and bravest love. Lastly, Myself.