Thursday, October 29, 2009

Preliminary Reports Suggest Results to be Lamer Than Facebook Projected

It's not that I don't think about my poems, its just that I'll lose my nerve if I don't have a five minute turn around from inspiration to creation. The difference between thinking and thinking hard is propaganda. NAZI propaganda - the only kind there is.

Well I don't know about you but I'd rather end this conversation midsentence. before I make any tumbling errors in brevity or start talking about nature or some shit like a big faker whose words don't flow as quick as they could so instead they
stop and quiver before writing their words and shake out a few more syllables from their pen and hope that no one has noticed
what A BIG FAKER they are but it's ok.
It's hard to put this stuff together sometimes so relax. baby there are other scraps
to chew on and more morsels to remember at just the right moment before you finally drop your hands
and lean in for the most memorable kiss of your life.
Trust me. We'll remind you. about it.
Couldn't forget if we tried like a bunch of assholes sitting around waiting for the biggest chili cook-off ever to get going. No No Stevenson, the hot chilis go over there. God what an asshole.
Maybe we should just go sneak off for a quick cuddle.

The fall is so lovely this time of year.
I got a 10$ traffic ticket from the city of Ypsilanti. I wrote 1/3 of a poem on the envelope they gave me. Should I mail it in that way? It's like fighting the man, but in a really lame way.

Here's a list of things that I'm not doing right now:
-Sitting inside of an infrared sauna
-Listening to Kurt Cobain talk
-Pretending I'm from the Middle Ages
-Eating noodles
-Licking a dictionary
-Wearing an orange bandanna
-Fighting big time crime in a little city
-Writing a poem on the back of a parking ticket

Can you guess what I'm doing right now??

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Remembering to Make Out and Other Stories

Meh. It's been awhile. I haven't felt like writing poetry (or shitting it out, or whatever I do). All I feel like doing is reading about nature and farming and how to stop buying things.
Which is pretty rad I guess.
Bad for blogging.
Right now I'm sitting at work, with a dirty plate next to me that used to have homemade pizza on it (my mommy made it) and also a water bottle which I'd say is only 1/8th full of water right now.

Between what I just wrote and writing this, I finished my water, turned down the music (it got randomly loud and I can't stand that), then talked with Ian about why my blog keeps getting so many hits. But just about shapes, and I only get tons of hits in random spurts from particular countrys (currently, it's the UK who is interested in shapes.)
Turns out, though, I am the first Google image result if you search "Shapes". I'm pretty proud of myself.

Here is a little ditty I just came up with:

Spiders spider Why do you spider Are you a spider? Magic potion, evil lotion crazy finessing carpal tunnel don't forget the pudding package.

Here's a bunch of written noises you can say outside to yourself - but only if you'd like.

(a personal favorite)

Interestingly enough that last noise is also a word. That word looks like this: Panda.

Here's a picture of a Panda:

Most, but not all, pandas are black and white.

Are pandas are a part of your life? Try to take some time out of your day, every day, for pandas. It's easy if you can make it into a routine! One easy way to remember to think of pandas is every time you go to the bathroom, sit there quietly, and ponder pandas and their mysteries. That way you can do what you need to do, and incorporate pandas. Soon enough you and pandas will be closer than you have ever imagined you could be!

Worked for me.

I'm intrigued by the idea of another piece of pizza.