Wednesday, August 19, 2009

evidence of disarray

the trashcan fires have overslept. it's as if we are all lit matches trying our goddamndest to be the sun. i can burn down a building if the conditions are right, but i will never heat a planet.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

put the door locks on the windows and the windows on your lungs

begging for Egypt to turn purple will not solve your problems. the asylums are overflowing with people who aren't witnessing the same world as the majority. all conflicts are ultimately disagreements about the perception of reality. when what i see, doesn't match up with what you see, i kill you. the funny part (but not like funny-ha-ha) is that neither you nor i are even capable of seeing.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

how i met your mother

when you start feeling like your skull is a shallow grave that the violated remains of your brains have been buried in, it is time to go for a walk and get some fresh air. the sad truth is that we are insects. we scurry and fuck and multiply and build anthills, but we are not as big as we think we are.