That old crone on that fucking telephone,
trying to tell me "what for,"
while I ask "Why bother?"
"What's the use when I ain't got no home?"

He said "Listen boy, you just don't get it."
"You don't know what you got 'till its gone!"
And I reply: "What's to get?"
"The only shit to get on this planet is cancer."

"Look, I ain't got time for your silly stories:
I've got things to do, so make your point."
The old man chuckled and said:
"I don't have to, you just made it for me."

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So another cycle breaks the horizon,
I find myself heavy with thoughts and sleepiness,
and no ready way to deal with either.

I wonder sometimes how
my head does not list to one side,
weighted like lead with such a dense matrix of ideas
and love and misgivings and bitterness and still love.

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If not for the airy sponge of hope
which provides just enough ballast
to keep level with the rest of you.

Those pockets of air keep us all afloat!

If not for some thing carried by certain tasks and methods
and above every thing, one girl:
she who holds mushrooms in the same esteem as roses

All of my best friends I love and hate,
I feel they are trying to kill me,
and trying quite hard not to, as well.
Perhaps they seek for me a pacifier
so I may go away, or so I might stay.
I've always had difficulty seeing any difference.

I am not crazy. I am not crazy. not crazy.. craz...conraz..confused...
CONCRETE IS ILLUSORY
all the world is quicksand.
If not for light feet, my dense and dumb mind would have me in oblivion.

KAPUT. the end. YOU CANNOT breathe sand,
I don't care what anyone tells you.
If you fall for that ruse, you deserve it, and your salesman should get a medal
and then promptly be shot. At least twice. Make damn certain he is dead.
Sand also carries little nutritional value.
I really thought it was yellow salt, you know?
Trendy and new. Sand is the new potato! Pizza is for pussies, and you really
really don't wand sand there, anyway. You should eat it instead.
All the hipsters and academics like it.
Jim told me it was worth it...worth the investment.
You know, for the long term.
BULLSHIT. You can't fucking eat sand. I don't care what anyone tells you.
Please don't try. If you get nothing else out of this, just remember me and my story.
Sand isn't edible. Air is so much easier to breathe.

I still feel that there is some fact that is understood without effort,
some innate quality of life born to all men,
that I will spend all of my waking hours trying to decode,
and the rest of my minutes pondering what I lack.
As if you were to say "hello,"
and I were to puzzle over just what exactly you were trying to say to me.

Swing is back, motherfuckers. Believe it.
You try and rap to skipple, see what happens.
(We will steal your shit from the internet,
or purchase it from iTunes, if you happen to be of the a+moralitydollarengine persuasion)
Apple loves you. I love you. I think God likes you quite a bit, too.

So my deck was assembled without its aces,
and I believe a couple of sevens are missing also.
The hand I'm left with is my spine and heart,
I suppose I'll carry it all, and perhaps in the end I'll get the (joke)r.

Until then, I will cobble together a life,
and maybe my merit will show its value.

There are so many languages: Gaelic, Mandarin, American Standard (TV News), Latin, Whole Tone, Chromatic, Warm, Cool, Triadic, Monochromatic, Impressionistic, Minimalistic, l337, Redneck, Ebonics, Southern Drawl, Sicilian, MyselfandI variation no.3, etc...
I want to speak them all, they are all beautiful.
And, this gives me some trouble with my own language, and such the paragons of wisdom shall see fit to brand me "idiot." Perhaps stupid or moron are better choices. Tell me, how many ways in English can you think of to describe food? Sex? How about in Spanish? Do you know what the Earth looks like from Saturn?
It's a dot, if you can see it at all.
Does the cockroach I just stepped on care about my bills?
Good luck then, trying to explain to me the importance of the serifs in your favorite font, or why mars black is more appropriate in this situation over lamp black.
I think I'll go eat some sand.