Your eyes in the rearview mirror; fixed
Jokes made for tears
hugs. home. breakfast-
not watching you sleep at night;
hearing you breathe
Offense turned into compliment
no lists; no demands
no expectations
will always come home to you
to do; not to to overanalyze
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
I love you
Being a douchebag helps contribute to meaning the good things.
Labels:
comfort,
compliments,
no sleep tonight,
smiles,
the real me
Pulling your head out of your ass
It's just that, sometimes, it gets very tiresome.
I am trying.
But let's face it, trying and wanting to just aren't good enough.
I am trying.
But let's face it, trying and wanting to just aren't good enough.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Expensive taste
Against investing in brands
For the discovering of quality products;
Freedom, privacy
Embracing the end of the world as we know it
Courage
I am [become] a moral gray zone.
[the] destroyer of worlds
For the discovering of quality products;
Freedom, privacy
Embracing the end of the world as we know it
Courage
I am [become] a moral gray zone.
[the] destroyer of worlds
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Victorious with nothing to show for it
You may know happiness better than I ever will
that's not stopping me from feeling up her girly parts
temptation embodied, twice
doors I don't hold keys to;
locks that aren't
I dare you to make this day more worth living than today.
that's not stopping me from feeling up her girly parts
temptation embodied, twice
doors I don't hold keys to;
locks that aren't
I dare you to make this day more worth living than today.
Where did I forget my manners?
All tied up in trying to telepathically transmit information.
Impossible to hear what you're not saying in the meantime.
Impossible to hear what you're not saying in the meantime.
Stop reading, untie these knots |
Labels:
apologies,
compliments,
needs more definition,
no sleep tonight,
the sex
Friday, December 10, 2010
Dream
... was the last word I accidentally saw before posting this.
Now you know.
I should've paid attention to how many minutes I actually spent on this;
or how many times I looked through it.
i? lust these
mad
past secrets
lid
pee... p
pogo passion coke
follow
malice
see
flesh men
naked deed OS kiss
read
present tea... ase
(p)ass (c)hat
kick
hate good
suicide (s)cum
feel
made rage man
maniac
crush fool nom
talker
Now you know.
I should've paid attention to how many minutes I actually spent on this;
or how many times I looked through it.
i? lust these
mad
past secrets
lid
pee... p
pogo passion coke
follow
malice
see
flesh men
naked deed OS kiss
read
present tea... ase
(p)ass (c)hat
kick
hate good
suicide (s)cum
feel
made rage man
maniac
crush fool nom
talker
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
How it should be done; Getting home
#1 Remove shoes upon entering.
#2 Throw pants in the nearest corner.
#3 Don't bother undressing the rest of your winter clothing.
#4 Enjoy hot beverage. You've earned it.
#2 Throw pants in the nearest corner.
#3 Don't bother undressing the rest of your winter clothing.
#4 Enjoy hot beverage. You've earned it.
Choices
It may be that I could do any one thing
at any given moment
only one thing
out of all those alternatives
is key here
saying yes to something, but
ultimately
saying no to everything else
This will always have been your one thing
as well as mine; at a different time, place
we will have shared the same different thing(s)
together, alone
at any given moment
only one thing
out of all those alternatives
is key here
saying yes to something, but
ultimately
saying no to everything else
This will always have been your one thing
as well as mine; at a different time, place
we will have shared the same different thing(s)
together, alone
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Fun fact
Your jizz is detectable in the toilet.
(not that i was looking)
Might wanna consider flushing.
Just a thought.
(not that i was looking)
Might wanna consider flushing.
Just a thought.
(un)Learning
Most of the time, school doesn't seem worth it.
Don't trust your school books.
They don't teach you that, but
they do teach you to learn by heart.
Only a severely bad learning method, if the things you've spent years memorising need to be spent unlearning after graduation day.
When learning a new language, even if the goal is to learn how to speak and write in a grammatically correct way, I see no excuse for blatantly misdefining words, even - especially - the ones of which we're already supposed to know the meaning.
If we're already assumed to know the definition, it surely isn't demanding too much of us to assume we can handle sentences elaborate enough to explain it correctly?
Really, the only way to pass the time is to participate, but even then your nightmare of a teacher constantly turns their back on you to bug the one student who hasn't even bothered buying the course book.
This one goes out to my mother who bothered investing in private teachers.
This one goes out to all my foreign teachers, who knew what they were doing, even when I had no clue.
This one goes out to all the friends, strangers, people I've never even met, who have taught me, keep teaching me and will teach me what school never can.
This one goes out to myself, who was dumb enough not to question and fight against the good life.
Don't trust your school books.
They don't teach you that, but
they do teach you to learn by heart.
Only a severely bad learning method, if the things you've spent years memorising need to be spent unlearning after graduation day.
When learning a new language, even if the goal is to learn how to speak and write in a grammatically correct way, I see no excuse for blatantly misdefining words, even - especially - the ones of which we're already supposed to know the meaning.
If we're already assumed to know the definition, it surely isn't demanding too much of us to assume we can handle sentences elaborate enough to explain it correctly?
Really, the only way to pass the time is to participate, but even then your nightmare of a teacher constantly turns their back on you to bug the one student who hasn't even bothered buying the course book.
This one goes out to my mother who bothered investing in private teachers.
This one goes out to all my foreign teachers, who knew what they were doing, even when I had no clue.
This one goes out to all the friends, strangers, people I've never even met, who have taught me, keep teaching me and will teach me what school never can.
This one goes out to myself, who was dumb enough not to question and fight against the good life.
Labels:
thank you,
transitions,
un(der)covering the truth
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