12/20/08

The problem with a liquid is that it evaporates.
The problem with solids is that they'll erode away.

I'm Made of Particles

I've been calling in sick since the day that I left you. I lay in bed until 3pm. Its been something like two months, I need to get out of this house. I don't know this place without you here. So I'm taking a trip south to the beach. Its an 8 hours drive, I hope this piece makes it there. I hear its its warm now this time of year. I've been cold (and every other cliche) without you here. I guess I'm trying to say that I miss you, I'm sorry, please come back.

12/4/08

Ugh, Bro, You're Really Harshing My Mellow

Well, yeah, we know you look so great staring down from your high horse, standing on your glowing cloud, etc, etc …etc. You made your point. You really need that label. Yeah. You really need everyone to know. You’re not a drunk, just a loud mouth. You’re not high, just stupid. We all get it. We ALL get it. You’re so pure and you’re so good, yeah, you’re so much better. Well I’m out of here, and you’re just talking to hear yourself now. The only pressure I’ve ever gotten is from your side (probably because you’re so right). I just want you to know that it’s okay just to live your life. No need to sleeve your morals. No need to force your opinions. You’re almost as bad as Christians. Just as much of a hypocrite. Don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t fuck and be sure to let everyone know you really need that label.

I Consider This Proof That Doctors Are Gay

We made out and I got whatever you’ve got. My throat wakes me up I’ve got that constant cough. Fuck this stuffy nose, I just want Theraflu and cold nights next to you. It’s been two weeks and I’ve just been toughing it out. An apple a day, that’s what they say, but I’m downing cherry syrup and making my life a haze. I painted monsters and some airplanes dropping bombs because I really have no idea what the fuck is going on. You keep me up until 7. I swear I’ll never get better. I’m coughing my lungs up. My nose won’t stop running. It’s fucking pathetic, I can’t help but sweat it because I’ve got this fever and I hope it lasts all year. Bring me cough drops and Chap Stick and soup and some movies. Bring me your legs across mine. Bring me anything as long as you’re here. You keep me up until 7, I swear I’ve never felt better, I’ve got this fever that I hope will last all year.

11/4/08

Lost my grip. Now I’m floating aimless in an ocean of skin that’s faltering. Too rocky an endeavor to not affect my withering bones, the way the ice storm froze your water colder than I could believe. This atlas is old and these islands are mapped incorrectly. I found myself in the uncharted latitudes and longitudes’ meeting place and stranded off the coast of anything that should mean anything to me. I carved this grid into the skin between my teeth so I could come back and drown myself when I get tired of losing sleep.

This IS A Love Song

Fuck this fucking planet, fuck the fucking world. I’m tired of being great, its getting fucking old. Darkness screams my name and begs me to stay asleep. I grip my jaw so fucking tight I crack my fucking teeth. I want to punch a hole through the entire fucking world. I want to fight a speeding bus and end up in fucking hell. I want to blow your fucking head off with a shotgun through my brain. I want to fucking kill myself when I just see your face. FUCK.