AGHHH LIFE IS              
    BOOOOOM       POOOOOOOOR
             WHY DO WE GO TO
  SCHOOOOL             SHALOOOOM
                 SCOOOCH PPOOOOOLLS
EEEERGHHH WE ARE
    DOOOOOOMED    POOOOSH
          FOOOOOOOD

Pray to the great simulator
I never become an old conservative

Sometimes you think
you're doing things
for no reason but really
there is a secret reason
like you want to be
part of the human dialogue
or part of some group
or you want to achieve some
hidden goal that you only
really think about in the dead of night
or something.

here

finding a pinecone in a downtown dont dont
know what a why and a how is a weird
question when a person is a dog
and when a dog is a word
understood to mean anything
other than what he first was wanting
to say about a life and being a person;
living a normal life with all of the foods
and heat required. what that looks like,
what that sounds like, what that smells like
self
self
self

Many gods

I had the opportunity, today
to slowly, with purpose,
scrawl on a cardboard box
"SOY JESUS,"
while saying the words,
"SOY JESUS"
While others
enjoyed the moment

feeling

I have a feeling that I am a weird person

today i noticed that depending on whom i'm
speaking to
i use
either a higher
or lower voice

A coworker, stoned out of his mind,
asked me, "how do we know we're not all dead?"
and for some reason in that situation all i could do
is look at him, with this stupid half smile and make some
noise come out of my mouth while kinda
shaking my head, hoping he would lose interest
in such a ridiculous question and figure out something
else to talk about like his favorite type of chip

GO BOY Disney!
U.S.A!
Disney Disney!
U.S.A.! Whallop

The joy of having a stroke is a young rigid death

2 truths and a lie?

Beneath the great stone owl Moloch,
small Mitt was anointed with the accursed oil of forsaken justice.

Baby-faced Paul Ryan, in a bizarre, unwelcome haste,
donned a white apron and frantically scrubbed at clean pots with his wife.

Barack Obama adjusted his flag pin, making sure it was in full view.
"When you're a socialist, you can't be too careful," he joked, flashing a wide smile.

Be real or appeal
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Stupid multiple aspects of internal shell, self
Man finds way out, found face down in stone quarry
Cognitive Shrimp Caprese
I Am on a blessed path
Frunk
Visual Studio Customer Experience Improvement Program
Backup ur Francking Files, end-user pig-moron!
Back. Up. Those. F****ing Files!
Bink ung dose gurdam FY-EELS finking dinkelungus!
Purchase tunk Great Mother SWEET nibblers Rotten
Man claims he is trying his hardest, found snacking on nuts
Drones
Cognitive Stinking Walnut Pesto circa 800 BC
Mitt Romney
Pustules
Mushroom Season
Manga Artist
Cognitive Kiwanis
Every way you can try to do this is rotten... Think about it
Keep reading
Man "puts himself out there", found pancaked between giant slabs
Worst book I ever read
Best book I never read
Red book
Cognitive Deader book Covered in Sweeter Chutney stains
Go back, you misinterpreted something
Dreamt of Flying Flat Fish as leaves of tree & Impressive lucid turtle
Sweet-Fu
Cognitive Sweet Somethings, Pancakes with plenty of sweety
Korgnitive Synthesis
56k baud modem galactic endive symphony
peace whistle of level 60 hope-fiend priest Eternal Chanthasar
Skull-rustic pan-seared pliable shellfish doll set
Man "sets out on his own", found playing with dolls, giggling
Alternative top-40 hits
Legends of the Wrestling King 3
Incredible Weight-Loss Romance
Cognitive Weight-Loss Adventure only on Game Boy Color
Mice. Hate. Cheese. But they love peanut butter don't hurt them
Man watches final sunset, reminds him he needs to back up important files
Backup your files: in the cloud? on a floppy diskette? On an external device?
Cognitive no-bawd-y
Bawdy body buddy Brody
Fern Gully
Man takes a self-described "leap of faith", found jammed in massive cogwheels

I forgot to wear my pants to the beach
No one told me!
It was just a mistake, of course. But... fake apology
Acting like it was actually a really progressive thing to do.
Like, it was way ahead of our time to do that.
Put a seed of doubt in their heads, ya know?

A child will grow up in that town, pushing an oily tater tot across a red plastic plate under an energy-saving bulb.
The sun is low in the sky and someone looks out across the floodplain.

I love avocado i hope it
will continue to be inexpensive
enough to ship from
warmer climates to
my cool home
for my whole
life

Quarter-life crisis:

Realizing everything you've already done 

is incredibly stupid

and that you have a nearly nonexistent chance of

contributing anything noteworthy to anything

and that you are slowly deteriorating already

making the possibility of achieving the level 

you once imagined more unlikely with every day

and simultaneously rejecting that self-pity 

to make room for a new proficiency in life-mystery analysis

and a calm but satisfying sense of communion with 

one hundred billion souls or more

On the one hand, I have a strong urge to refrain from posting these writings and save myself from unnecessary embarrassment... Yet at the same time I reject the notion of censoring one's own thoughts, since they are true thoughts, and shouldn't we be constantly striving to understand truth and reality?
There are so many layers of pretense and self-deception within one's own mind, it is almost disgusting.
I wish I could remove even one layer per year, that is part of the reason I am anti-self-censorship!  We should face our own inner stupidity and embarrassment with courage--only then can we work towards improving ourselves! (I'm not sure if this is true at all)
To be honest, I just read an interview with John Maus and I think that is what prompted me to write this. I was impressed with John Maus' self-doubt and honesty and frankness. I thought to myself, "I understand this John Maus and I think he is a transcendental man--yes, transcendental is the best word I can think of--and I think what makes him so inspirational to me is his level of honesty with himself and his level of mindfulness about the world he lives in. I chose the word 'transcendental' because I think it captures the feeling I have that John Maus is taking a step outside the ordinary experience of life to observe himself and the world from a more objective vantage. And perhaps there is some arrogance in all of this, but I felt such a connection with John Maus as I read about him, as if he were saying things that I've felt but never really had a reason
(or maybe even the ability) to express."
It's so easy to ignore our own inner motivations, but if we quietly and carefully observe ourselves we can understand them. I know I have often been disgusted with myself after discovering some deep and selfish motivation for something I've said or done. Upon analyzing such a motivation I'll often conclude that it is primal and instinctual in nature, intrinsic to our being and efficiently designed to ensure survival and ruthless propagation of the human species. Yet I think we have the ability to control nature.
I suppose the principled person is always add odds with himself, feeling a constant discord between the selfish, primitive commands of nature and the nobler designs of the civilized mind. "This is all boring nonsense, of course".

All the trees you know have grown to a tremendous height

You rake what's underneath into a pile, compact it

Turn it into bread

You present this bread to the King

who discovers a golden key baked in the loaf

He uses this key to unlock the bread-bearer's chest

revealing the sky of another kingdom

But this kingdom is on an ocean world

that begins to drain 

then the camera pans up, out of the sink, to a boy brushing his tooth

"Mom, I lost my tooth" 

Mom grabs the tooth and tosses it into a little yellow box

that holds all the other teeth.

This is what I was thinking of while my dad was talking to me

at length about something while I was walking with him.

Am I a bad son?

If my father reads this will I then be a bad son?

What does it mean to be a bad son?

Do I care about my designation as a bad son or a good son?

Is there such a son as is neither good nor bad?

Supposing that all sons save one son vanished from the earth,

would that remaining son's status as a bad soon or a good son

remain unchanged? 

More generally, does one's status as a bad or good son depend

upon the status of other sons?

Does anyone care if they are a son?

Does the sound of son affect our perception of son?

Why is it embarrassing to speak of sons?

Is it embarrassing because the fact that I have written many lines now

about the concept of "son" implies that I for some reason care

about this concept, or my status within a son-structure?

Why is it embarrassing to care?

Is it embarrassing or is it simply boring?

Chris likes apples
and always takes his vitamin

I awoke at 4:00 AM
unable to stop thinking of reality
as fitting neatly into a square grid
Obviously, it's because I spent the last
two days editing 16x16 pixel sprite sheets.
Perhaps that is too critical of an assessment to make
when trying to write stimulating prose
to spread the false heavenly noble ape-dream
but, alas, it is all I can muster,
as I am now going through a brief critical assessment phase
most likely brought about by months of dull groping
in front of a machine!
which is good and proper for our modern age!
Ah, to be an entrepreneur! To gaze over glinting smokestacks
spillowing brown tufts over winter haze!
The taste of progress is sharp with blood!
To spread maple syrup over buttered discs
is a wonderful metaphor for our time.
girl you smell as sweet as rotten apple

IT is interesting that
i have seen a woman i
work with slip and fall down
twice

AND when telling someone
of this in a discussion
of people we've seen fall down
which included only this woman,
i learned that she has been
witnessed slipping and falling
down additional times

SO this means that multiple
people have seen one person
falling down multiple times,
a concept i cant understand

Three dead plants sit
forgotten on the balcony of
a downtown high-rise building

drums

wrote a disgusting poem about papaya and hated it
and this is taking the place

super mario
cosmic fruit
super mario
cosmic fruit

super mario
butter fruit
super mario
butter fruit

stfu

dont

Some Ppl Drugs, Some Ppl Fantasy World

Glimpse of 2012:

J. B.'s copy of super mario 64 DS is nesting beneath my office desk,
covered in two, maybe three years of dust

a shiny new shrine to the American automobile

Turn of a point in time

flat and spinning

a certain place within software

and not be defined by arbitrary

given the ability to define itself

instead given physical mass

or the meaning attached to

the decision to place something

and friction

"Carrier see on TV are the picture frame small, to see the real aircraft carrier to feel the huge volume. Take their children to walk the walk very good, very educational. Around a lot of entertainment facilities around the seafood restaurant industry is unique."

Walk no long god about sight-handed boldness technocrat. Able seeing with no laugh wings side collapse, might take building throughout and collide. Anyway can have youth in regard.  

Building

old bold wood

I love spring when the new shoots swarm over concrete

I watched an old man eating, once
he held a taco with tender hands
and carefully probed the warm, soft shell
lips extended, exploring
desperately hoping
to keep tomorrow at bay
for one more day

An object #1

A small wood block
that one might stand on
to make a moment in a
photograph closer to the idea
that the photographer
may have about the height of an individual,
but more specifically
the "face-level equality" of the
individuals in a photograph,
seen to be a crucial part of the composition
of the photograph that the photographer
and those paying for the photograph have
seen as important elements in the
successful representation of
the people involved
(and therefore key to the
photographer's
frozen dinner)

Diabetes boy

7

Lights, colors
a person's eyes meet my eyes
nothing is there
Brown, orange, brown
Vinyl, eyes
yes
eyes
Moving bodies
Stumbling
Movement
Green light
Black Black
Angles, lurch

Universe poem (on a sunny seattle day)

Today a guy asked
"do you think there are
other suns in the universe
or just ours?" with a look of
awe in his eye

Chicken nuggens

Ate a chicken nugget
O! the salty squish
O! the bready crust
O! the chewy flesh
I think I'll feed these to my kids
I think I'll feed these to my wife
I think I'll eat these for my life

I.
Good golly,
sweet nibblits.

II.
Horn donkey.

Responsible adult life (You live 80 years)

Instead of thinking
about how i can
convince my manager that
i am the right man
for the promotion,
all i can think of is
what if i wear a "Motorhead" shirt
and black sweatpants
to work with dark sunglasses on.

 http://library.thinkquest.org/27098/ModernMusicPopular.shtml

Pee

I've already passed my creative priem.

Like Adam and I were saying,
we're like five years behind the technology
still have flip phones
think american apparel hoodies are cool
still talking about how dumb the last episode of LOST was

• never used an iTablet
• cats have acted the same for like 20,000 years though. They're cooler
• iNibblit
• just figured out HTML bullits

purr purr meow moww
give me soft food
give me quality pets

-Dudley

I thought I was current

but so did Grandpa

I thought I was modern

but so did Merlin

I thought this was now

but so did cavemen

I thought I was cutting-edge

I will be so am dust

Hang loose,
carvin'
surf's up,
starvin'
Be cool,
bobbin',
Pre-school,
slobbin'
Be real,
fuckin'
dang, man
nuthin'
be hip
lickin'
bean dip
drippin'
smooth out
rough it'
poh-um
fuckit

I dont believe in such a thing!
We knew this was
something that could not
be helpful,
given some
idea of something.

This based on some sort of
idea. some sort of something or
nothing based on glueten-free...
nothing or something based
on a particular idea of gluten
baking that makes me feel
like google
enjoys my poem

War

I wanna die in a war

Dual wielding automatic rifles, I wanna go out shooting.

Its's gonna be really cool.

I wanna die in a world war

kill em cuz they think the wrong way. pretend it's not about money.

Plus they have the wrong god and no morals.

I wanna die in a cold war.

Alone in a fallout shelter.

"We are all just gonna die anyway"