showing off my influences under the influence
You know, occasionally I really do imagine that this world is only full of certifiably, if not certified, retarded people, walking the earth and demanding their dues. Most of them are wasting perfectly useful brains, simply by ignoring the fact that they have one because the glitterati have become real, real fucking dumb. Sounds to me like a fun program.
I’d like to tell you that I’m not sure where this idea comes to me from, you know, just pretend it’s some sort of fever dream hallucination type trip from the depths of my psyche, but I’m here to report that I know exactly where this terrible idea comes from, and it comes from dealing with humanity for more years than I’m ready to admit, being as how I’ve conquered no great mountains with what I’m still trying to claim is a staggering intellect.
I have an eccentric’s pedigree though, so I have made more escapes than I’d care to recount here by claiming the laurels of insanity . . .
so it goes; everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
you get both of those quotes; you win the bonus prize that would be the tears in my eyes if i saw someone stand up and claim both within their own attempt to explain how shit was still fantastic despite all manner of evidence to the contrary
i’ll stop before i attempt to drape myself in bling,
attempt to state that i’m the only one bothering to sing
ruin a moment by trying to make it rhyme
ruin a moment . . .
iloverthinkanything
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and then i’ll play stupid games with text,
and then i’ll trying flying again
today was beautiful,
i thought
of a new tattoo,
and,
i got me a few
fine
belly-laughs
at a tale or two
of human folly
i even wrote
a ‘poem’
that wound up
ripping off
Bukowski
and made me smile
so it goes.
- finite
yeah, went out drinking with work folk,
came home, had a few,
thought about shit,
wrote this . . .
didn’t bother to edit . . .
if anybody reads this anymore,
enjoy. . .