Sunday, June 30, 2013

A WASTE OF TIME?

are you fucking
kidding me?
it only takes
an entire
lifetime to
merely begin

I LOVE IT

when something 
unexpected 
happens
and someone
you know
just says,
"fuck it"
and has
this total
transformation
this complete
change of
heart
whether
it's good
or bad
I couldn't
care less

Saturday, June 29, 2013

THE GREAT DISTURBANCE


but what floors me 
more than anything
is when I find myself 
in a simple, "normal" 
conversation with my
fellow human being
seriously, I would
rather be forced to
wipe most people's
asses than participate
in this most vile act
maybe it's just me,
but every single time
it feels as if the world
has just exploded and
yet there we are, just
standing there, listening
to each other, listening
to ourselves, nodding,
smiling, laughing even

YEAH, WELL


that's about
what it looked
like, that's how
much was only
in your head

Thursday, June 27, 2013

EVOLVED

yeah,
sure
what
ever
that'll
work

PICK PICK PICK

It really was annoying, even if you took away the sound of it. Just the way he would sit there in that big brown chair with his one foot hiked up, his glasses glowing in the television light. And he would pick and pick at his big grey toenail. Pick pick pick. My father would be lying on the couch, grunting and rubbing his forehead. It truly was relentless, perhaps the most sickening sound I have ever heard. It went on nearly every evening for months. And then one day my father could no longer take it. He shot up and yelled: "GODDAMN IT, WILL YOU STOP THAT!" My grandfather was stunned. The embarrassment registered in his mouth, something between a smile and a wince. He mumbled something as he stood up, and then he walked away to his room. My father turned to me. "What the hell are we supposed to do, just sit here and listen to that?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I know." And then my father laid back down.    

FRICTION



or they
would 
just
stand
there
looking
at each
other

WE MUST




bend
before
we
stiffen
then
stiffen
before
we
break

Maybe




when
everything
is humbling?

I TELL YA



it's been quite a
while since I've
dreamt of bears
or have had all
those many legs
drop at once and
never cooperate 
with the peddling
of their silly bikes

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

SO MUCH

there can
be only
reminders

IN THE END

he began to
wonder if the 
sharing of it 
was not the
most selfish
thing of all

SORT OF

how
you
see
it
more
in
the
ones
who
never
see
it
I don't see much difference in anyone anymore. our cultures are ever diluting. all accents will soon be gone. all thought will become collective. it's a lot like the end result of free market capitalism; how it basically becomes communism. the disillusion sinks in when we discover there is always just as much bad with the good as there was good with the bad. it's best to try to live as a ghost as not take any of it seriously. if you ever luck upon a corpse, try and get to know it. get down there and wrestle around with it if you have to.

SUPERFLUOUS

I just don't
see the point
if you know 
what it is

Monday, June 24, 2013

GRAVES




even
of
places
left
unchanged

TURNING




it was
most
incredible
never
had he
felt more
alive
than he
did when
he was
dying

GOOD LUCK, LITTLE BUDDY, OH, I'M SORRY, BIG MAN

I tried calling you
again in a dream
I was standing
outside in the rain
the operator put
me through to an
Italian restaurant
a man answered
and I asked if he
knew your mother
he said yes but
when I asked if
I could leave my
number, he said no
I was about to
explain who I was
when I realized
whatever I had to
say would never
matter, as unfair
as it is, if your
confusion turned
to anger, you're
gonna have to
dig yourself out
all on your own

POEMS

THE SIMPLE PLEASURE

of
removing
something
from
something
else



WE DO THIS

all
of
this


WE'VE

made
a
world
we
were
not
made
for


FUCK THAT

I'd much rather hang out with people I don't want to hang out with!



Saturday, June 22, 2013

YOU EVER NOTICE?

You ever notice by the time you notice something, it doesn't really matter anymore, it's pretty much already dissolved back into itself? And also, the ultra liberal, hipster, pseudo artist type is pretty much the same person as the ultra conservative asshole fuckface, in that they are both irrelevant, suckfish freaks that will live out their lives without consequence?

HEY, PHIL, HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO IT?



I
don't
know,
it's
really
not
that
big
of
a
deal,
it's
not
that
hard,
all
you
gotta
do
is
risk
every
fucking
thing
you've
ever
believed
in
and
loved!

TRANSFIXED



there 
is 
only
one
thing

would
ever
want
to
sculpt
and
I
could
sculpt
it
over
and
over
again
forever

REAL DEAL




a
u
t
h
e
n
t
i
c
a
l
l
y

i
n
n
a
u
t
h
e
n
t
i
c

Friday, June 21, 2013

ISN'T IT INCREDIBLE




how
so
few
people
are
willing
to
see
just
how
negative
"positive"
can
be?

OH WELL

you know, 
I just thought, 
maybe, but I
was wrong

ENCLOSED

I keep going back to it
how with enough space
and time, any deviation in
the line becomes a circle
isn't everything like that?
can there even be such
thing as something new?
no offense to anyone but
when it comes to people
I've simply seen enough
my thoughts are my friends
my memories, my prayers
the large desires now wane
the appropriate reaction
I've all but given up



Thursday, June 20, 2013


"Garlic permeates (into breast milk)."

"I know. Alcohol permeates."

"That's one of my favorites things, saying a word and seeing if someone uses it back at me. I'll use ridiculous words that don't even really work."

"I would've used that word anyway. It pertained to what we were saying."

"No, I know. It just reminded me how much I like doing that."

"Why do I feel like you're ridiculing me?"

"I'm not at all!"

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A FEW POEMS WHILE RUNNING


NO

I get it
it scares
me too
we all
prefer
things
not
quite


THERE'S A WAY

to look at
everything
to where it's
as much a
mystery as
anything


DISTANCE

is the only
difference
between
anything


REALLY

anything,
and
especially
any
tree


EVERYTHING

that
has
ever
happened
can
be
reenacted
by
playing
with
magnets


TO BE IN

disbelief
of your
disbelief

A GOOD SPORT

sure, 
alright, 
but 
it's 
gonna 
have 
to 
be 
something
spectacular
if 
you 
expect
me 
to 
overlook 
how 
intentional 
it 
is

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

IT DOESN'T




snap
like you
hear them
say
at least
for me
it's not
like a
wishbone
or some-
thing
it's more
like the
drumstick
the way
you just
twist it
around
until all
of a
sudden
it pulls
right
off

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Dude, there's no proof. Shit, man, there's not even any pudding!

Friday, June 14, 2013

IT'S SIMPLE

it
can
only
be 
done
where
it
can't 
be 
done

FUEL CHECK

now try and hold onto that and maybe that other thing over there, or anything else you can think of, that you think might work. but just remember, all these things are the cargo, not the fuel, not the reason.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

AND ALSO

     Be sure to think about time in reverse. Like say I was born in 1971. I'm 42 years old now. So all you do is take it in the opposite direction which would make it what? 1929? It's pretty crazy, right? I try to do this with a lot of things. It gives me a perspective that seems to help. Oh, and another thing I would recommend is to try to listen to as much music that you despise as the stuff you like. This also applies to television and other stuff, but we'll get into all that. So you know, I guess that's enough for now. Good luck with everything. I'll check in with you soon.

I COULD




paint your
mouth out
of memory
your eyes
your voice
everything
but I still
won't know
who you are

IS IS




no,
what
it
is
is
well,
we'd
have
to
get
into
all
sorts
of
stuff
and
we
don't
have
time
for
that
now

THAT

it exists

THE WAY

that is

THE LAST



piece of
the puzzle
is far more
enticing
than the
first

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

THANKS


but unless
you can
somehow
remove me
from my
mind...

DUDE


Are you fucking kidding me? There's no shortcut, there's no fucking deal. The cost is the cost, and let me tell ya, it ain't cheap.

WHAT I SHOULD'VE SAID TO THAT OLD LADY ON THE 6 TRAIN THAT ASKED ME IF I WAS OKAY, THAT I LOOKED LIKE I WAS IN A LOT OF PAIN:

"Oh, no, I'm fine, I was just wincing at my thoughts." 
You know when your kid's eating honey grahams and watching Chuggington while you're drinking coffee and Youtubing fatal car crashes and horrible shit out of Syria and then for whatever reason, Ryan Seacrest pops into your brain, not really anything about him, just his face while his name just sort of streams across your mind?

DON'T FORGET



if it fails you
you can always
zoom in or out
or come all the
way around it
whatever it is
it will work

RIGHT THERE

He would often tell himself, don't forget to look behind your eyes. There's always been enough right there. But he would always forget until he remembered, only to forget again.


Now Henry is thinking about something else. What shape is his steam cloud making now? That's right! Henry's thinking about Rosie's big ol' caboose!
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

IT'S LIKE


Things that are the least interesting have become the most interesting.

HOW EASILY

It's like looking down and seeing a bunch of stickers all over your shoe. Or what are those things called, devil horns? No, wait, claws, devil claws. Remember those? I don't know, I just can't stop thinking, how easily or easily not things become our identity.

Monday, June 10, 2013

SO QUIET

becomes
our
suffering

SO INCAPABLE

he feared the
witness stand
more than he
did prison

THE DOMINANT FEELING I'VE HAD BEHIND ALMOST EVERY CONVERSATION I'VE EVER HAD SINCE, I DON'T KNOW, I GUESS AROUND MY MID-TWENTIES OR SO:

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know why I even bother. This'll never work. There's just too much you will never know."

It's just so unbelievably sad but then it's also fucking hilarious. We're all trying so hard to hold onto all these things we think we are, these things that once made up our worlds. But our worlds have been obliterated. There's really nothing left but whatever's still up there, flickering around in our minds. It's fascinating how incapable we are of dealing with it. Most people won't even talk about it. They just can't. They'd rather face their own death than this.

FUCK IT


we might
as well
just pull
the flowers
and start
watering
the weeds

Saturday, June 8, 2013

UNDRAWN CARTOON #3 6/8/13

We're in the room with a hooded prisoner strapped to the electric chair (perspective of witnesses). However many panels it takes to pull off the following action: when the good old boy guard pulls the switch and the prisoner goes into convulsions (smoking), he pretends to get electrocuted as well, giving us a magnificent performance. The witnesses, the warden, the priest, the Dr., the other guards, all react in horror.

COMMENTS: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!", "JESUS CHRIST!", "SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!" "SCOTTY!"

NEXT PANEL: Guard has thrown switch back and is now buckled over, laughing hysterically, wiping his eyes. The prisoner is slumped over, dead, smoldering."

GUARD: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Holy shit, you should've seen your faces!"

UNDRAWN CARTOON #2 6/8/13

Palestinian male suicide bomber entering a busy market in Jerusalem (I suppose we need a prior panel where we show him taping on the explosives in his car). He stops and ponders.

THOUGHT BALLOON: "Shit, did I turn off the stove?"





UNDRAWN CARTOON: 6/8/13

Skinny, tow headed (wild, curly locks) little boy of about 9 years of age sitting amongst the other rowdy kids in the school cafeteria. He is looking off rather sheepishly with a sandwich in his hands.

THOUGHT BALLOON: "I don't know, it's like I've always just felt sort of ashamed about being alive."

GETTING UP TO WRITE

"Uh-huh, I don't think so! Who do you think you are? You have nothing to say to me and you have everything to say to the world?!"

"That's good! Can't I just write that?"

Friday, June 7, 2013

WHY NOT?

well, first of all
you'd have to still
believe your
believing mattered

QUESTION:

Does it make me mentally ill that I often daydream about faking some sort of mental illness or neurological disorder to the point where I become institutionalized so I can be left alone for the rest of my life simply in order think?

Thursday, June 6, 2013

THE DAY I SAW THAT MAN'S DOG DIE

     Or the day I saw that man's dog die. It was a warm summer day and I was walking up 3rd avenue on my way to Rodeo Bar to eat a burger and get drunk. I saw the doorman open the door and I watched them come out of the building, the man in a tank top and shorts with his enormous Rottweiler prancing beside him. It was quite a specimen, young and muscly with a shiny black coat. And then all of a sudden, the thing just collapsed and slid down the steps in front of him with its tongue hanging out. I don't know, I guess its heart just gave out. Watching this, I bumped right into an old man who said: "Hey, watch it, buddy!"
     "I'm sorry," I said.  
     When I looked back, the man was sitting right where he had stood, crying while still holding the leash. A few people had gathered and the doorman was now down with the dog, cradling its massive head.
     It was a strange thing to have seen. I continued on, thinking about it. Every now and then I still think about it. I probably always will.  

READY, 1 2 3 GO!

everyone just 
keep doing 
exactly what
you're doing!

SERIOUSLY

"Man, I used to know this dude in Milan that... Ah, never mind, it doesn't matter."

"No, tell me! What?"

"No, really, it seriously doesn't matter."

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

DIAGNOSIS

And thus the world's problems could be broken down as follows: roughly 75% was a lack of imagination, 20% an overabundance of imagination, and the remainder 5% could be attributed to outright mental illness.

THE WAY



it is
not
the
way
it is

CUTE

it's kind 
of cute 
actually
how all
we're
really
trying
to do
is believe
ourselves