Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Spend just a small amount of time in solitude,
and you'll forget that anyone else exists.
You start doing things you don't normally do,
like making weird mouth-noises
and having conversations with yourself.

Spend enough time alone and you'll feel
like you'll never see another face again.
Maybe your heart will race, or
your legs will get restless,
but you'll definitely be afraid.

Spend time with yourself--lots of it--
and you'll have three paintings
laying across your floor.
You'll have a notebook full of music,
and you'll have knit five scarves.

Spend too much time with nobody around,
and everything you see will be
some sort of weapon.
Every sharp edge or corner
stands out unmistakably.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Drunk something

being drunk alone
feels no different from
being sober alone

every time I see your face
I cringe
it does something to me
every time I feel those eyes
looking at me
I want to vomit
into this bush beside me

each drag teaches me something new
about myself
like the fact that the inside of my throat
can feel burnt

you reached out to me
when I was alone
and I turned you away
because I'm a badass motherfucker

now I'm lonely
and it's 1:38 AM
on a friday
I've sat here for hours
trying to kill time
but nothing's working
not even the booze

my arms and legs tingle,
but that doesn't mean a damn thing
I'm still here
on my bed
under my covers
with a brain that hates its owner

Hello, dear,
why don't you go fuck yourself?

Autosexuality, yeah...

that's what I need.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

From the back inside cover

The world's gone mad but it calls me the mad one
People put shit in their mouths and spit it out,
but I'm insane for defacing a book or two.
Strangers stare at strangers as they dine
in the same room, yet
everyone pretends that his privacy is
important.
Somewhere someone sings a line
from his favourite song, and
someone somewhere else sings the same line
at the same time,
and neither of them are unique.
I ask the world to be different,
but I don't know how that would
make anything better.
I want people to stop being so goddamned stupid,
but would life be much better if everyone were smart?
We, the mad ones,
the "conscious" ones...
we sit in our cars and
talk about things that matter just as little
as the things that
the dopeheads
the gangsters
the rednecks
the hipsters
talk about
but we're convinced that the universe
balances upon them.
I'm sure everyone else feels the same.

-6/3/2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Anthropocentrism

Birds and bees fuck
like humans
but for us it's "beautiful"
or dirty
or reckless
or casual
or harmful.
Birds and bees eat
and shit
like we do
but our food is tasty
and our shit smells great
because WE ARE HUMANS
we are:
developed
cognizant
powerful
We are not animals
or
so
we
think.