Friday, August 26, 2016

thought: 8/26/16

seriously considering if i can transform into a passable, attractive girl before the start of every shift at work with help at first before learning how to do it on my own so i can get more and better tips on my deliveries, instead of getting nothing on around 65% of deliveries, which is the current rate i'm running at now.

sex sells right?

and being a skinny white boy with a jovial attitude and smile isn't working.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

false advertisement



after reading dunkin donut's new advertising slogan on a poster hanging on the window inside the store, i wonder if their new bakery sandwiches are as addictive and euphoric as hard drugs, which is what they are making them out to be.

Monday, August 22, 2016

In this parking lot,
The silhouettes
Of dead children
Trapped in cages
Hang from
Buzzing streetlights;
Their featureless
Corpses creak
In the warm
Summer breeze
Unnoticed,
Except for the gulls
And pigeons
Who pick their
Stiff flesh
Down to the bone.

In this parking lot,
Security cameras
Capture disenfranchised
Faces whose frustration
Expands like
Puddles of piss
Across the asphalt
Leaving damp trails
That lead nowhere,
Until they are erased
By the white hands
Of the morning sun,
And are forgotten
Before noon.

In this parking lot,
Apathy bubbles
Under the skin
Before it permeates
Out of pores
Due to heat, humidity,
And a lack of shelter—
Sweat coats
The body
In a slick
That forms
Mountain ranges
Of pimples
That are clawed open,
Instead of popped,
By dirty gnarled
Fingernails
To release
The pressure
Built up by
An infection of
Warm blood
And thick viscous
Yellow puss
Caused by
The passage
Of today.

In this parking lot,
The congregation
Sits on curbs,
Praying to
Lady luck,
Receiving the holy communion—
Tallboys of cheap beer,
Bars of Xanax,
And shots of smack
Always chased with
A half smoked cig
Found on the street
—As they hide from police,
And beg store patrons
For food or loose change.
The process
Repeating itself
Again
At the same time
And place
Tomorrow.
The ritual preserved
In this holy land
For an endless
Succession of days,
Until it is
Accepted and practiced
By the mainstream
As a religion.

In this parking lot,
There are no locked doors,
Shackles, keys, or iron bars
On the windows—
There doesn’t have to be.

In this parking lot,
Blessed are the forgetful,
Because
There is no

Escape.

the only cool heroin addicts are kurt cobain and sid vicious, the rest of us are just asshole junkies

"dude seems like a genuine asshole"
maybe he's right.
i haven't taken
enough time out of
my life to get a degree
in ethics,
which would
qualify me for the career:
judge, jury, and executioner
of people i've never
met or known.
the modern inquisition.
fuck the context.
i can't slice the throats
of fucked strangers
with ten fingers
and a keyboard
until i am pre-approved
and qualified by
members of society
who think and act like me.
like i said,
fuck the context;
it doesn't matter
and never will
because
i am
a genuine asshole
because
i am
a genuine asshole
who will never have
a profile photo
including my two children
so other people
know they are
the center of my
life
(along with
the pittsburgh steelers
and penguins,
and a variety of
cable television series.)
i am
a genuine asshole
because other people
never make
mistakes.
i am a genuine asshole
and are okay with
that, i've always
been more comfortable
in the role of
the villian.
you should
always believe
the critics
instead of
the author.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

broken promises in the midst of radio silence: the people who say they care about you are liars.




"I was running around like a but trying to get the money and I knew I would see you at Acme. I know you have doubts because of what happened that one time but I've had your back here since day 1 and i wont fuck you over. just have a little faith I won't screw you over. today was impossible

I understand your points. I am about to lay down I had a terrible night not enough time to talk now better for phone. l will call after court and rectify everything and answer all questions I love you M__t for real I wouldn't screw you in your position. don't hold my past indiscretion against me"