Monday, June 3, 2013
You're told/You're sold/You're told/You're sold/You're told:/ "Give it up before you ever try!"/ I shrug/My drug/I shrug/My drug/I shrug/ Not my problem when you decide to die!/ It's so cheap/ You don't have to try!/ Be like me/ Be happy when you die!/ She said,/"Slow up!"/I said,/"No way!"/She said,/ "How can I live until the End of Time?"/ I stand/My band/You watch/You walk away./ I want to disappear with you!/ Here's your chance/ You only have to try/ Look away/ You might never die!  Mike Hummel, I'm donating all the lyrics on this page to M. Rep and the Quotas. Maybe find a teenager to sing the song as it seems like these words would cause embarrassment, like Burl Ives disguised as a snow man exclaiming "Happy Birthday" endlessly, belting "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas." The Kool Penguin AKA Darius III This time/This time/This time/This time/This time/ I'm the boy with the popular way to sigh/ She said/She said/She said/She said/She said/ I love this life so much I wish I was dead! There's no love/Anytime at all! There's no love/Anytime at all! This time/This time/This time/This time/This time/ So you fell down/Why don't you get up? She said/She said/She said/She said/She said/ I want to disappear with you! Here's my love/Anytime at all ! Here's my love/Anytime at all !  Love, Dare-Eye-Us Worthlessville UK/USA
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Try just once, Nicole. You're in the world, this world, only once, Nicole. In a summer resort house (!) you're complaining about your two-plus week vacation. Some mystery girl. Some super-heroine. Go to a mirror. Go see a worthless girl. Go see a clear-cut, open-shut case in support of mass white suicide. I'm not angry, I'm not upset, I don't hate you. I don't even really know you. Listen, listen for once, this once: no, there's no reason for you to exist; as far as you know, everything that's ever happened to you is illusion-- there were no good times, no bad times, only Saint Sameness, and our worthless senses of perception. I'm not exactly sad, no, I am animated and realistic, masking my outrage for the sake of passing for a kind man, practicing kind acts only because there's no other choice available to me. Don't look back, Nicole. And you probably don't want to look forward, either. We Love You.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Sloganeer never sleeps. More reasons to live than stars in the sky. We're at war with the sky. The television is uncommitted. The motion pictures promise "soon." One book in a thousand like a blueprint: How we can build less sad lives. I don't want a rollercoaster. I want a coast-to-coast subway. Or I'll walk, hitch, stay. Go in midwestern circles. I don't care. See, I'm here, alive, I'm in love, I don't care. You walk in whatever direction you want. I walk in the new directions. Escalation of love, I'll risk all, Everyday, all day. Risking everything is the only way I can go forward. Anything else is certain death or worse. So! Destroy me! Yes! I am a monster! Give me another reason! I've got maybe a million million reasons! Collection far from complete! My advice? Fall in love with the fact that you ever lived at all.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
> >>In a shot-up govt. subsidized housing effort > >>One pro., one junkie, one suburban-type guy: > >>How many versions of this all-out worthlessness > >>Do you need to scan before I am credited > >>W/a way out? Maybe sharing needles is the answer.... > >>Maybe unprotected sex will equal success.... > >>Am I addicted to chlorine bleach? > >>Yes! I am addicted to chlorine bleach. > >> > >>Little kids, old guys, last ditch efforts. > >>Last ditch kids, little guys, old, never a chance at success efforts. > >>Summer.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I walked to a deserted public library and used a computer for the first time. And strangely, I felt vaguely to blame for these new USA super-horrors, I can almost recall a public conversation in the Nineties about hating the way the grotesque World Trade Center ruined the NYC skyline, and wishing out loud that the Twin Towers be demolished. Just idle talk in coffee shops, discussion of the bomber that crashed into the Empire State Building in the forties, and speculation about weaponized passenger jets. Not sure if this is delusional or accurate.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The place where our stupid hearts/Beat out of our sad chests--/Into muddy grass!/This green!/Unearthly tonight--/Underneath the bank of clouds--/The Moon like a bone button--/So I'm not an animal./Maybe not a man, even./I don't know./I'm not worried.