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Antidisestablishmentarianism - Friday, July 30th 2010 @ 6:37 AM
oh i dont know, i guess if you go back far enough i might encounter the truth. just starving
away up here in the future you know, eloquently attempting to define that sterile snoot of the
utility muffin research kitchen.
but thats the real beauty isnt it? the UMRK isnt suited for direct application, it is suited
more towards the fizzling ideas of temporary physicality. and the annihilating pairs of the
universe cry out in direct protest. where it used to take a mere eight minutes to travel
from the sun, nowadays its more like the trudging pace of a sabbath tune. or maybe im the dinosaur.
i guess i didnt really feel much like sticking my dick down another mousehole. i guess i
didnt really think much about feeling. you wouldnt believe what horrible tabs have popped
up on my internet window. TAB is and and always will have an incredibly high aspartame
quotient. comparitavely, you wouldnt believe what ive supplied and denied for myself
in order to facilitate a working benediction. i like eggs.
just leave already, just stick around for a while. just get the fuck out of my face
and keep telling me how much you enjoy the contemplative silence of a deep sea struggle.
i guess the damage ive accrued in this here-to-fore miserable experience has earned me one
hell of a K.O status, one that even a beautiful rising phoenix cannot reverse.
i love you, you know. so damn excited all the time, so full of godforsaken wonder that i
guess i might as well be twelve all over again. maybe thats it, a little schmuck with a fake
I.D.
ill murder you, you know. capable of mental death, physical hardship, and everything
in between. ive always had the midas touch.
i really cant even begin to understand you people. just when you think your reaching out,
connecting with the reality of this benign hemisphere, you receive anonymous information
from a leper, a wonderful soothsayer that blurs the lines even further from the already
complicated definitions that you used to navigate, and you realize once again that your
back in high school and as much as macaroni and tequila can be a nutritious breakfast,
youd be tentimes more healthy if you just ate 8 more nyquil and skipped the whole affair.
in the long run, its only a hundred metre dash. its always ironic, looking around, full
of blessed sin and the chaotic past. might seem strange as i don my sunglasses and seem
distant, and its also been incredibly annoying to me when i cant fix an adequetely
nutritional dinner.
but youve got to wonder what youd rather have at this point; some coked up asshole whose
prick is as big as all the hell of the world, or an honest man whose limosine has broken
down in the middle of nowhere. do you stop and help? or do you too pursue and cement
the continual industrialization of time and space?
Christopher Ryan Jackson
Email: Christopher Ryan Jackson
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