destiny

if you do not make friends with the unknowns, you are destined to live in fear and delusions...

tweet logic

when the tweet you tweeted yesterday does not show up until tomorrow, why bother tweeting today?

human choices

we all choose our own poisons and shackles

(except for the few wise enough to rise out of the human trap... and that could just be another delusion too)...

breakfast ponders

does raisin toast start out as grape bread?

not so good joke

what do a vagina and a penis have in common?










both can control a man's brain...

what is a button for?

if a button is not meant to be pushed, it is a trap...

beware of people who set traps...

existence

sometimes i wonder if it ever really mattered that i existed...

@twitter

@twitter here i am torn between the love of (and potential for) communication and the ambivalent mockery of undue self-importance...

long time

there was a time when i had the time to spend all my time giving myself the time to make the most of my time for the creative stuff that i love so much like playing with the words that rhyme like this and that is a time i remember from time to time as a time i dearly miss but i don’t have time to remember that time much… kind of like being constipated from lack of bowel relaxation time, if you can get your mind wrapped around that, if you have the time…

just a little bit ridiculous

to think there are at least a hundred bits of babbling thoughts dribbling through my head at any given second and i only take the moment to let any out every few weeks or so, or longer, even...

maybe i ought to mobile tweet...

fake lip

when did the soap opera replace real life and did you notice how much fake lip is in this world lately?...

blew a good one

three days forward, three days back, birthing memories that i lost track of the love that i still lack, sad, happy, not on the beaten track, like ghosts, the two who loved me most, almost, maybe, were born within six days and a year apart, like art, and all that's left, bereft, is the broken heart...

i may have been a genius but, i was not very smart...

momentary

i have no idea where i've been, except that i think i was here a minute ago... or was i here... narf...

arbitrary morality

is morality based on fear, insecurity, and ignorance really the best foundation for a way of life?...

i don't think so...

nothing was here

perhaps it was a year without clever

where it all began

the messages to the people of the past (ghosts, perhaps, but living somewhere out of my particular known universe, so ghosts to me), the heart songs no one cares to hear anymore (like cherish is the word, sunshine of my life, or if it takes forever..., for example), the true love that never ends (you know, don't they know it's the end of the world and other rhetorical questions), but has nowhere to go when the inspiration (dream lover?), the person inspiring the heart songs (all i ever needed, was the one), no longer listens and worse, cuts off all contact, moves, and leaves no forwarding address (return to sender) as if i am some sort of pariah or evil beast that must be avoided at all costs (though i have no idea what the little drummer boy has to do with it, rum pa pa pum)... yes, the love never dies (see?... ghost), it only dissolves into emo lost in the manic madness of babble (except here, where the words that capture the agony of defeat and rejection and spiritual death is expressed in exquisite clarity in babbling brevity)... so where do i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?... well certainly not in babbling brevity, sheeesh...

narf :)

as if i don't remember

sometimes...

it's just that i don't want to remember because remembering is futile...

like what's the point of remembering the birthday of someone you have no way to say happy birthday too...

or something like that...

moment before midnight

the revelations await...

depressed

how can anyone possible be depressed in so few words... i mean, dead silence, that's depressed... and a thousand words of convoluted reasoning feeding fears and doubts and ridiculous irrationalities, that's depressed... but a hundred words (or less?)... how could this possibly be?... philosphically, this could only be un-depression, obviously...

tv

when i realize that that i often spend more time flipping through channels looking for something i want to watch on tv than actually watching anything on tv, i remember why i do not watch much tv...

at least not alone :)