"you're good to no one this way"

but its all i know.

it can only be seen in the setting sun. hidden but to those who look.

stop



breathe



you're letting your mind run away from you.

the chemicals are amassing in your brain and your body doesn't know how to  compensate.


your heart beats erratically


breathing becomes labored


the key is rationality

but I'm fresh out

one organ fights the other and we all know who wins.

the one that feels the most pain.


some of us are slaves to it.



i only hope you're a slave to it.

a drunk tank is just a think tank with more b.o.

the sun peeks through the trees like harsh fluorescent light through stainless steel bars.
its morning.
there is a voice in the air.
 it belongs to a blind hyrax with no mouth.
his voice is the wind.
i dont know how he accomplishes it but he is telling me of mans latest invention.
he tells me of a man from Nantucket flying a childs toy with the key to his liquor cabinet attached and with this contraption he harnesses the power from the heavens...

(The tree hyrax is a small nocturnal mammal that is distantly related to elephants and sea cows. They have 4-toed front feet and 3-toed back feet with rounded nails, and rubbery soles that help them climb)

(im still trying to find the chapter on their infatuation with human flesh)





.........sounds like bullshit to me.

time of death...... 12:04 pm

today i realized i'm not going to live forever,
the illusion is gone.
muscle deteriorates and atrophies with time.
chemicals finally start eating away at the fortifications you knew as a child.
i feel like i should say some words to ease its passing but it would fall on deaf ears
for all those i choose to surround myself with are also blindly subscribing to the same ideals i just now saw through.
they are still immortal.
its bitter sweet because i'm tired
but the thought of the comfy chair,
the warm blanket
and my stories sound so dull.
i had a good run
and i showed them who's boss on more than one occasion
but i don't know if i've got it in me anymore.
a long winter is coming
i hope the provisions i've stocked and buried in the ground will last till the bitter end.

or until the next relapse into a long forgotten era.

chop chop chop. tree gonna fall down.

i feel it coming on, slowing seeping in as the shadows grow longer in the day, seclusion. its a different kind of seclusion though, one that modern science cant achieve. i want to run to a different time, where things were simpler. where i'm not stunted by the heavy dependencies and limitations of today's day and age. where expectations aren't so high and you can appreciate all the beauty and simplicity that we take for granted in these great steel and concrete cages we've built around ourselves. i want to live like i earned the roof over my head and the clothes on my back, i want the satisfaction of knowing the material things that i treasure in my life we're produced through my own blood and sweat and if these things fail then i will learn from my mistakes and will know better next time. i want to provide for myself, but only the things needed for survival. comfort is a plague of this world, we've grown so accustomed to it not even thinking if we deserve these things that stunt our growth as a species. we want what we don't have but not what we need. all i want is to live an honest life and at the end of the day feel blessed that i have a sunset on the horizon and nowhere else to be. true freedom with no worries.

i'm usually not one to poach..... but

i've never heard a more perfect example of what i'm attracted to in a woman.


We call her G.I. Josephine, standin in line
even though she could climb throught the opening
she got the doorman under a spell, knowin damn well
she could have him livin out her hand if she felt
it's alright, cause when she gets inside
she'll have a room full of dudes do the Electric Slide, 
she got a lotta attitude, but it's never rude
she keeps a level mood, it helps to get her through
the work week, makes her thirsty
crash the party and jack the body til it hurts feet
reach ya peak, try to tire the physique
cause she been takin friendly fire all week
she where the sidewalk ends
she stops ya pace, you try to talk, make friends
then poof, she's gone, but nope, you're wrong
she's in the corner by herself singin a soldier song.

- Sean Daley

i've never much cared for january

it feels like the sun is sitting in the wrong place in the sky, nature is rebelling and your decisions are what will bring about the end. your allergic reaction to the universe's pull will be the death of us all, but at least i died a long long time ago, the day you made your choice. claims of the stars not lining up are a farce, you cracked the heavens when you followed your illogic impulses. we are all doomed and by the time you realise the catastrophic consequences of your actions it'll be too late.

you've doomed us all you fool

doomed us all.