Monthly Archives: September 2009

tuxedos

why do i feel so numb
why do i feel so tired
why does time go so  fast
why can’t i read all the books i have
why am i so lazy
i listened to a sad song
i felt tired of the song
i want to live in the wild
i want to live in a condo
i want people to love me
i [...]

overwhelming interpreter

there are noises coming from the people who live above me
seems like they are moving furniture or something
there is a bed in my room
the bed has enough room for two people to sleep
there is a person sleeping in my bed
i go to my closet and try on a shirt
my window is open and i hear [...]

metropolitan

i feel ‘assertive and aggressive’
this is a good thing
i am going to go the store and open a bottle of diet pepsi
and pour it on the floor
i will just laugh or something
i am going to go up to somebody and start kissing them
i am going throw rocks at cars
and when a person tries to get [...]

i’m bored of being bored or something

‘ damn’
h8 sleeping and waking up  feeling ‘ numb’
i felt ‘ happy’ last night
i had plans to do stuff today
i stared at my wall for 6 hours
i ate nothing today
i saw a cheetoon the floor
i almost ate it
i am going to walk outside and keep walking
i am going to walk to the airport and fly [...]

life is dull and i’m tired

i read a couple of pages from an ernest hemingway novel outloud
i looked at the time and felt ‘ sad’
nothing interesting or  ‘meaningful’ ever happens to me
i ate some vegan taco  pizza today
it tasted ‘ bland’
i checked my email account and i had no new mail
i felt ‘ isolated’
i laid down on my  bare  sheetless [...]

beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

i am going to start a small publishing company
in the basement of the communications and journalism building
going to reprint textbooks and sell them or something
feels like i think about agynes deyn too much
i should a get tatty of her on my arm or something
wait, never mind
h8 tatties of people, h8 all tatties
feel like dying my [...]

i live in a plastic bag and i sleep on polyester

i don’t know why, only small things ever change
pretty much the core ‘ facts’ stay the same for many years
life does not feel real or something
life is plastic
life is a plastic cup
i’ve had no real emotions ever
my life is like movie script
nothing is real
i wish i could stay up and worry about you
i wish you [...]

……. is the sound after reading sylvia plath poems to children

should i write a screenplay or should i just die soon
i am going to try to buy some clothes from ‘ american apparel ‘
i should get into the ‘ fetal position ‘ and cry until i feel ‘ normal ‘
last may i felt ready for an extended period of loneliness
i plan on reading the bell [...]