Here we are.


Still.

Valentine's Day: The Movie?

Couples give me flu-like symptoms
Body ache, fever, vomiting, boner kills
Because I'm not in their position
Either way
We're all fucked the same
I'm cold
They're cold
Only less cold
They're probably rubbing up against each other
Right now
All I have is a pillow
I can masturbate alone again
I'll just feel content
But more and more lonely
Women are confusing
Girls are cute
Ashley is far away

No Voicemail Is Good...

I exit the labyrinth
To a cheaply rendered, 3-dimensional, dancing baby
And this has been happening
For 3 years
Or 4
I don't even remember
I'll publish a half-assed story
To make myself feel accomplished
I have few morals
Morals have no value
But mine make me feel sensitive
I'm really a total pervert
But I'm gentle
I didn't mean that sexually
That sounded sexual
I am fucked

Love 3

Love is the first Ghostbusters movie
It has a really catchy, cheesy theme song
And it's about some university scientists
That put on matching jumpsuits
And shoot lasers at ghosts and
The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man

Love 2

Love is a poltergeist
It follows you
It stacks your chairs
Then pushes them over and breaks them
It turns your TV to static
And tells you that you're going to die
It scares the shit out of you for a while
But you get used to it after a year or two
Of the same bullshit over and over
I think it's a German word
Because of the 'geist' part
It's pretty common in old libraries
And doesn't seem to respect the books very much
You don't actually want it around
Unless you're fucking weird
I'm fucking weird
I have this poltergeist
Stalking me
Love just scared the hell out of you
And makes a classic movie

Love 1

Love is an acquired taste
It's some sort of foreign food
Probably Korean
It's really spicy and smells like shit
And the only ways to like it are by
Either growing up with it or
Forcing yourself to eat it until it's good enough
And then everyone will think you're fucked
Because you think it's delicious
While it still smells like shit to them
It might even still smell like shit to you
But you'd rather have this shit-smelling
Foreign food in front of you then
Nothing
Or everything else

There are too many stars
It's day time right now
It's snowing
There are way too many stars
I feel claustrophobic
They're surrounding me
They make me feel dirty
I am in dire need of a shower
I've been wearing the same
NWA shirt for 3 days
Stars don't piss out Dr. Pepper
They burn my retinas
I'm going to paint over them

Corporations are why we're here
Corporations are the Big Brother persona
They're watching us
They have control
I don't know what I'm talking about
There was no real meaning in that
Ignore this
Fuck

Ceiling Poem

Ceilings watch me
Intently
For hours
Disgusting perverts
Shelter me as I masturbate
And it snows outside
Talk to me in my sleep
Tell me to walk to Florida
And elope with the first foreign house maid I see
Ceilings are fucking diabolical
Ceilings depress me
They don't have enough color
Or too much
They look at me and say
"You are fucked"
I scratch paint off of ceilings
To free the paint from their depressing lives
I am not going to look at my ceiling
It will consume me
It is politics
Politics are evil

Dad Rock Mix '98

I'm never writing anything cliched ever again
Pay me to write the first book
Of deaf poetry. I', not deaf.
Deaf people will read it and sign out
Angry reviews. I will be frowned upon in the
Deaf community.

Stanza 2: Stanzas are for pussies.

I'm sorry to everyone who writes in stanzas
I didn't mean it
Fuck you
I meant that

2

Internet Dictionary

Be a girl, make a blog
Write definitions for words that
Already have definitions
Nobody needs new definitions
The drug dealer at your school
Could kill you if he wanted
He has $500 and
Numchucks; Mustachioed;
Drink Starbucks, dress like everyone at Starbucks
Start smoking, dress like everyone who smokes
Be as unique as everyone else
Decorate your cell phone
Make me vomit
Pirate stickers
Pirates aren't worth obsessing over
Pirates were dirty rapists
Love pirates
Bitch about your life on your blog
Quickly lose friends
Make friends with your mind
Lose it, go to sleep
Drink coffee, eat more

The Featureless American Comedy Pageant Starring Ben Affleck as Peter Folds.

Dylan woke up. "What was on my mind? What am I?" Maddi had a clothing company. He walked upwards and got nowhere. He was still in bed. Above him was a blank wall. "It mocks me. I want to mock it back." Dylan mocked the wall back then rolled off of his bed on to a dirty floor. He got up for five seconds then lied back down. He though 'What am I? What do I have to do? I'm fucked today. Dammit.' This was all that was on his mind. It was all that was on his mind for a week. "Am I depressed? Am I seeing things? Am I really in a cereal box?" Dylan wasn't in a cereal box. It took six minutes for that realization to occur. Six minutes too long. "Why am I sarcastic?" Dylan was sarcastic in his head. He thanked it for being empty today and for a week. "Where is my mom? What am I? What am I saying this all out loud for? I wish for a reward." Dylan held his hands out but received no reward for doing so. This all went on for an hour. Then came breakfast and the internet. Myspace and Tumblr. Then going back to sleep.
Maddi was still awake. "I am still awake," she said to her cat. "Why am I still awake?" 27 hours. Maddi designed a shirt. "This is fucked." She scrapped it and got up from her chair. Three bagels, each without butter. "I need butter," she said to her bed (although the cat thought it was directed towards him but felt immediately stupid afterward). "I am bored." Maddi was bored.

Ashley

Brown?

This kid came in the day I did
He was really high
On, like, 10 Xanax bards
I don't even know
What Xanax bars are
I don't really need to know
I'm bored
This place is weird
And it smells weird
Everything's weird
Weird is a broad terms
Broad terms scare me
Like they're broad shouldered
And broad shoulders
Are crazy scary
Shoulders are arousing
Because of Ashley
I am bored
I elongated that
In my head
Where I also
Elongated me
I don't know
Hair or something

I Can't Think of a Title, This Sucks, Man

I'm so bored
I'm going to keep writing
And writing
And writing
With this stupid, little
Golf pencil
I have 6
One with an eraser
They make me emotionless
This place doesn't have golf
Golf is for men
Who eat at nice country clubs
For lunch
And own huge houses
And work with doctors
And wear khakis
Like every day
Is Khaki Day
Which I do not celebrate
Khaki Day has no gifts
Forget it

Too Many Towels, Dude

I spy antiperspirant
The big word for deodorant
It's looking away from me
As if its eyes were its label
And I read the eyes
To find if I'm allergic
I miss my conditioner
I've counted about 17 drawers
In this room alone
Who needs that many drawers
In a psychiatric hospital bedroom?
Who even needs more than two?
I only have almost a third of them
In my own room
I miss my drawers
They hold my clothes
That I don't wear
Useful
I need to hear dubstep
It makes my eardrums happy
My eardrums need happy
More than my eyes
My eyes are crippled
They need eye-crutches

Square-Pattern Thin Blanket

This "emergency switch"
Just turns on the light
Above me
Above my bed
That isn't even my bead
It's the asylum's
It really is an asylum
Deep down
Because anywhere is an asylum
Home is an asylum
Where the heart is
Or where my pillow is
Metaphors
I'm not good with them
I miss Ashley
Missing to worry
To sadness to depression
To Dover Behavioral Health Center
Because I felt like I'd hurt myself
I don't remember
All I remember
Is the two consecutive bowls
Of cereal
At dinner yesterday
Because they have Trix

7:30 Pink Lemonade

Every time I fall asleep
I keep seeing these
Bodiless forms
Telling me to,
Rather than sound the seventh trumpet,
To just yell really loud
Like I found Al Gore in my shirt
I'd take his hand
And lead him to
Hagerstown, Maryland
To listen to some skramz
To broaden his tonal horizon
To meet my hand
As I punch his face
For taking my energy drink
Don't Take My Energy Drink
I hate you, Al Gore
I want my money back
I'm bored
Bored Bored Bored
Bored for a week
In a psychiatric hospital
For depression
EXTREME

I'm Chiiiillllll

I'm sitting in a psychiatric hospital bed
I've been here
For SIX DAYS
I'm still lonely
No calls to Ashley
No phone
I'm in hell
Only,
I feel sort of happy
Happy I'm leaving tomorrow
Hah
Seriously
I'd like to be a narwhal
A narwhal of sound
And find energy drinks
Therapeutic
Because they make my face
Feel like it's behind my face
Sort of like a...
Pre-face
Facing faces
To face the future
Which is filled with my natural face

(Listening to all 2 hours of) Rusko's BBC Essential Mix 13/12/2008 (1/22/10)

My Arizona Green Tea kind of tastes like blood
I guess that's what happens to hours-old
Arizona Green Tea
Like my feelings
After being left in my room for hours
They kind of taste like blood
Or metal
If you taste like blood
I won't mind
I will characterize the taste with you
And then, when I taste blood, I'll say
"This blood kind of tastes like Ashley"
I hope, someday, that prosthetic emotions are
Sold in convenience stores
Those would be TRULY convenient
I want to drive somewhere new
But I don't want to pay for the gas in my mom's car
I want to take you to the mall
But pretend that it's my mind
And name every store after my emotions
And every person as my depression
And you as my source of happiness
And me as a tumor on my brain
And the food court as a food court
Because food is good

Count Backwards From 27 You Just Counted Backwards From 27

Bisexual manatees will continue to be bisexual
Do not try to persuade them otherwise
You'll feel worthless
Trust me
It's that feeling that screams:
"Wake up and get me a soda."
But not necessarily in that order
And 500 social workers
Would continually smile
While talking about cutting
Which is more discomforting
That a math-class-boner
Which can feel good in the right situation
And there never is one
Asian girls I find especially attractive when Asian
But don't blame me for getting close to them
It's not a habit, it's coincidence
Several times
I feel touched and untouched
I want to be touched
And touch you back
So many times
That it becomes untouching that is arousing
Find me something emotionless and grateful

Page 2/2/10

You're in a psych hospital
Like I was and I'm guessing
You're bored
As fuck
I hope it helps
I hope the boredom doesn't get to you

Magazines are like frogs
On a shelf in your local bookstore
You want to have them when you're young
But when you age
You might stop and look at it, saying
"This frog arouses me"
But you won't have $5.25 with you
So you'll put it down and leave it
And go buy a frappachino

My head burns
It's on invisible fire
Ow
I need invisible water
But I can't find any
Fuck

M.C. Escher...World's Greatest Rapper

I can convince myself
That I am crazy or I can convince
Myself that
I am not; As you can see
I don't have a
Structure
Here I'm just
Doing this because I
Have
Nothing better to
Do
Knock knock
It's just my window
Leave me alone, window
You can't knock on yourself
Window is schizophrenic
Window is doorway
Doorway to a tree or two
That stare me down
Unless I cover and quiet
Window

Cold Eyes, Tiny Eyebrows (1/25/10)

I want to hold you
Like some 19th century politician's face
Holds a classy mustache
I want to fly somewhere
I want my mind to fall off and
Meet you somewhere near your house
So my head will be within your head
I will be behind your brain
I'll use osmosis to be inside of you
And grow out like a beard
And leave as a manatee
Severely depressed
Because I'll be gone
My mind is in civil war
I want an energy drink
I want to sleep loudly
I want you to touch my hips
While breathing on my breathing

Americans Have Short Attention Spans (1/25/10)

I want my yandere
My Japanese girl
She could make me feel safe
And unfucked
In this bullshit establishment
She could make me feel aroused
And I won't have to feel
Awkward
I could hold her
Feel her soft, feminine skin
Against my fucked, pessimistic body
Kiss her beautiful, scarred hands
Be alone with her instead of myself
Fall asleep staring into her eyes
Holding her
Whispering
"I love you
We're fucked"
I want to kidnap myself
To her room

I Am Cats (1/25/10)

There is a girl halfway across the art room
Her panties are visible through her white sweatpants
I hope she knows that her panties are
Holding my attention because that would mean
That she is trying to hold my attention
So I can roll up into the fetal position
And eat myself inside out while me
Mind enters a catatonic state; I hope
Every girl whose panties are visible is in
An everlasting state of happiness with a
Wide smile and an otherwise neutral expression;
I hope every girl wants to roll up into the
Fetal position and build a home in my mind
Every time I watch porn; I hope I can
Eventually make my orgasms feel like
Head butting nails while screaming in a happy
Key of G Major; I hope that you
Send me a text message about your
Shoulders; I want to share more pictures
Of our shoulders. You've made your shoulders
Arousing. I want to feel your shoulders.
I want to rub your shoulders and think of
A new philosophy on why Rudy Giuliani
Doesn't go by a more professional name; I
Don't know who Rudy Giuliani is.

RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Re:

I am jealous
Of the atmosphere that surrounds you
Because it's constantly touching you
Everywhere
At all times
It feels your breath
It embraces your whole body
It watches you every single god damned second
It's been with you for as long as you've been alive
It sleeps with you
It wakes up with you
It watches you eat
It goes everywhere with you
I want to be your atmosphere
Because I fucking hate that guy
I want to stick things in his face
I want to beat your atmosphere
And replace it
I wish God existed
So I could punch him in the face
For keeping us apart
He is a douche
Or would be
But that atmosphere guy
Yeah
He's a douche
I'm going to go masturbate
It's my birthday

I Am Going To Fist Your Face

I was thinking about
Trust
And how much I
Trust you
And wondered how much you
Trust me
I don't know what to think
I want you to
Trust me
But I'm not going to force you
Because forcing things
On others is
Fucked up
Usually
But I
Trust you
I
Just
Want
You
To
K
n
o
w
T
h
a
t
I
L
o
v
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Y
o
u
And I want to hold you
Before I die
In the
Apocalypse
Which I don't think will come in
2010
But
Rather
In 1020
When time starts getting fucked up
And it turns 1020
Right after 2013
And shit will melt
I want to be holding you
When we melt
In 1020
March 3rd
3:47am
I will be holding you
And telling you how much I've loved being with you
And we can be drinking energy drinks
Which is really
Anti-productive

Better Dane

My mind is inestimable
I am ensnared in a catatonic state
I wish I could be inebriated on
Optimism

DEAR ABBY YOU ARE A CUNT

Forget me
I'm not going to change your life
I can eat lunch with you for only so many more days out of the next year or so
Getting mad at me can easily be turned around
So just get yourself an iced coffee in the morning
Or a flatbread after school
To the questionable dismay
Of the different social groups that we try to dismiss ourselves from
Because that flatbread tastes amazing
But smells like shit
And that can be some sort of poetic metaphor or proverb
But it isn't yet
And I don't want the world to leave it to me
So I'm not going to get any further into this
Goodnight

IANGTRWTSF

We can fly
If we think we can fly
Only
We'll be rubbing up against the ground
And we can only move as if we were moving on the ground
And our altitude and distance coverage are the same as if we were moving on the ground
But
If we say we are flying
We can fly

"Goodnight, I love you, I need you" Is a title that could be used for this

It's moments like these
When I jump to conclusions
And fear for the worst
I am convinced that you are hurt
I am convinced that you are crying
Although you're probably just asleep
Now I feel like an asshole
When I fall asleep
And make you feel alone
Like it makes me feel
We aren't different
We aren't human
We are a still-nameless species
What are we?
I hope we still breathe oxygen
Because we are stuck on Earth
Unable to return from wherever we spawned

Stupid Thing Written In The Book Given To Me By A Great Man I Once Knew Who Killed Himself And Made Me Sad

I am afraid
I am afraid of you dying
I am afraid of you forgetting me
I am afraid of you getting hurt
I am afraid of you getting raped
I am afraid of you joining a cult where you think that you are enlightening yourself but you will only be having a 2-day orgy and killing yourself at the end of the month
I am afraid of myself
I am afraid of my thoughts
I am afraid of hurting myself
I am afraid of dying
I am afraid of losing you
I am afraid of hurting you
I am afraid of being traumatized and losing emotion and not caring about you
I am afraid of never doing something like living in a car for 3 weeks off of McDonalds and iced coffee
I am afraid of people
I am afraid of what they think
I am afraid of how they look
I am afraid of what they say
I am afraid of the world
I am afraid

Sometimes I Don't Give Titles Because I'm Just Fucking Lazy So I Write Something Like This To Sound 'Hilarious'

Educational programming is terrible
It’s more boring than actual education
And that’s just sad
I don’t enjoy watching surgeries
Or meerkats(?) eating bugs
Or the Hadron collider
Or space
Space is vast
But cold and boring
Nobody hangs out in space
Because there are no movie theaters
And without movie theaters
There’s no parking lots next to movie theaters
Therefore, nobody can hang out
Because that is the only real way I see people hanging out anymore
I hate them
I wish they were in space
So I wouldn’t have to see them anymore

Untitled 1/18/10

I’ve broken many hearts
But I’ll be delicate with yours
Though it’s deteriorating on its own
I will mend and improve every piece
Because I know how to handle the right tools
Just don’t look at the wall
I’m terrible at fixing walls
Thank god you’re not a wall