Unnatural Mind

I’m bringin Britney back,
She’s fucked up blacked out
Don’t know how to act.

I Saw You Again

Emotional dreams of an ex,
Woke up from the past
To start my day.

Memories mix with realities.
In a half sleep haze
I long for her touch,
All the times we had,
Such a nostalgic rush.

Questions of why,
As her image fades.

You’ve escaped my reality,
But in my dreams
You’ve stayed.

I hate starting out this way.

I’ve been you before,
And it just isn’t for me.
Keep your dirty paws off,
Before I let my dirty jaws off.

I’ll sink into
The soft fabric of your life.
I’ll rip you a new topic,
Like a mole,
If it was interested in sophet.

You’re a leaky attic,
And I’m a dripping addict.

Get your shit fixed,
Before your storage comes unhinged.

Close the cabinet doors, You’re letting all the old air out.

I am Single, The Definition.

Soul mate?
More like temporary hole-mate.

Yeah I like hanging out with you,
But you don’t make me feel emotionally great.

We should just get married,
Hold that thought,
Put it on a forever long wait.

I don’t want to date,
I say marriage is like a myth
What the fuck are kids?
“Those things that need the bibs.”

Fuck that,
Drooling with the SIDS.

If we end up together,
You’re going to hate who you’re with.

I was born to singularly live.

Free Mission’s

I’m still here and still kickin’,
So come along
And join me in my mission.
What’s my mission?
Why thank you for the inquisition.
I’m here to live,
To love,
To keep on living and to hug.
Though I’m just a lowly scrub,
I’ve been given the luck of existence,
And man, that shit is like a drug.
A good drug,
And man,
Man I’m high as fuck.

Satisfy It

The only thing I give shits towards, is my toilet.  I figure it’s the least I can do.  That water sits there so patiently, just waiting.  It’s surface just begging to be broken, if only for a second.  And whether I sat down or not, I’m still going to give it a flush just because its been waiting for so long to swallow.  I visualize the feeling the toilet has as something like holding in your spit without swallowing all day, and then somebody finally tells you to swallow, and it feels so good.

God that visual sucks.  That feeling of too much spit in my mouth is just nauseating.  Sorry.

I’m so Spayshul oooo child.

I don’t care about much anymore.
I think back to when I did,
When I thought things made sense,
When I thought I had things figured out.

Looking back now,
I realize I never new shit.
I never had anything figured out,
Never knew what I really wanted to do.
I was always living for the day.

Looking back to then,
And thinking about now,
The only thing changed
Is knowing what I want to do,
I still live for the day,
Still do whatever I want.

I made it here,
I survived this long,
I realize I have no control over anything,
So…
I’m just going to live,
And keep making myself happy.

I’m a selfish dick.
But I’m pretty nice,
And happy.

Life is Short

It’s come to my attention that I’ve come to my attention.  For years now I’ve been narrowly avoiding death and incarceration.  Treating life as if it were never ending.  Yesterday was my turning point.  

My Mom texted me saying that we needed to talk, and that she gets off work in ten minutes.  I told her I wasn’t working, and she could call me whenever.  I figured she wanted to talk to me about money or something, I couldn’t really figure out the reasons before she called.  When she called, she told me that my grandmother has breast cancer.  Not what I expected.  I would’ve much rather been having a financial conversation with my mother, one that does not involve the possible mortality of her mother.  

Not five minutes after I hang up, my friend calls me.  He’s a friend I drink with a lot, so I figured it was going to be something along those lines, it wasn’t.  He called to tell me that one of the girls I had a crush on, but was too nervous to talk to because she was so beautiful, had committed suicide.  Shot herself.

I’m 27 years old, in decent shape, and could do a lot more to ensure that I’ll be here a lot longer for the ones I love, and the ones I am loved by.

I hate my job.  

Job:  Hey, come work.

Me:  Why?

Job:  You’re too happy right now.

Mind-State

Ok?  Get mad.  See if I give a shit when you wake up and everything is fine.

All I have to get through is today, because tomorrow you’ll become this other person looking at me with a clean slate.  

Gotta love mind-state.

The Unavoidables

The funniest thing to me?  Vacation hours at the place of my employment.  It causes me great pleasure to think about:  Where loyal service pays off in nothing, where blood, sweat, and stamina go unaccounted for.  Something that should be had by the employee.  He must succumb to physical demands in order to procure a livable paycheck.  For we will not pay him lest he meet our degenerative unavoidables.