JUMPING; OR, FLYING, FALLING WITH STYLE: look at him we should jump more. we are all falling, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. what's important is to fall with style
i'm jealousos a hundred so of those who get her all riled
her eyes were so brite so radiant today
it looked just like if someone jammed leds into her skull
copout:
cops are out
blacks are in
who cares
let's go blackout
"Poetes are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers dont own their words. Since when do words belon to anybody? "Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?"
(ie regarding celebrating onesef for making a cool poem or video or song or art
with styled down do and i-talian shoes he whispers thick in the night and his belly screams 'shoot.'
she's back she's back! why? who cares man, incentives and things like that are alright/necessary if/when people are seen nobly or respectfully. but if you see people really, well then incentives/values are
incidental aint they. who cares why a fire burns down a home, right? it's just in her nature to do so (note: seeing beauty/having hope in the people is also unrelated). why love postmodernity? because the same narratives exist everywhere, if i'm sad for some reason so too is some other body and so too may be everybody. the most profound respect can arise from this awareness, the awareness that people's lives are superduper dense and rife with strife and menses. and now, rats too can be afflicted by human characteristics. i think i smell a rat!:
RATS, VIA BILL BRYSON, HIS TONE, MEASURED AND UNCONCILIATORY, IS MEASURED AND UNCONCILIATORY:
Rats are smart too and often work cooperatively. Rats are smart too and often work cooperatively. At the former Gansevoort poultry market in Greenwich Village, pest control authorities couldn't understand how rats were stealing eggs without breaking them, so one night an exterminator sat in hiding to watch. What he saw was that one rat would embrace an egg with all four legs, then roll over on his back. A second rat would then drag the rat by its tail to their burrow where they could share their prize in peace.
In similar manner workers at a packing plant discovered how sides of meat, hanging from hooks, were knocked to the floor and devoured night after night. An exterminator named Irving Billig watched and found that a swarm of rats had formed a pyramid underneath a side of meat, and one rat scrambled to the top of the heap and leapt onto the meat from there. He then climbed to the top of the side of meat (lol), and cleverly gnawed his way around the hook until it dropped to the floor, at which point hundreds of waiting rats fell upon it.
ATTN ATTN ATTN strayinging from my oblique sunny-day-at-the-beach,boy-is-this-hot sands of Social Politics to the this place oceanic analog of Political Politics
yall (be obama, be exbestfriends, be all the strangers with their big dense tapestry lives (req. four dimensional imagination)) caught me smilin again, but this kina smile that's like alright aight aight i guess i gotta do something
ENTER:
the man, the guy,,, the Dude. right the first Dude. black as the Kanye and almost as manly as howard roark, being sassy and leading from the hip, organizing shit and marketing things like CHANGE, and HOPE, and CHANGE. holy cow fundamental change? man my generation n my 'smart' thinkin friends is down with that that's for sure, we dont like being obese and we dont like walmart and we dont like that all of our desires/wants/fears are prearranged by the BIG SIX MAN
OKAY BUT WAIT fuckin, yea man, like, people are cheap, fuckin words man they's cheap people say anything you know man, fuckin derrida man; what iiis love, man? i have a dream? fuck you i have a dream. there's weapons in the middle east? fuck you motherfuck
(ps dont watch too much that shit just up to like 36 seconds or yer brain'll stop working)
LET'S DO THIS
wait, what?what's wrong man? i've seen this once, it's not hard, it's easy really, it's called flirting: you project a character so that the target opens their gates up and you snuggle in and then it turns out there's a lot more to you than just one shade. sociopaths make good roommates because they will always only let you see the one character, the crazy ass one. real people make bad roommates because then you have to see more of their shades the ones they's rightfully ashamed of and all the others to boot. the thing that makes sense about roommates is you can change them the thing that makes sense about flirting is you can choose a new target the thing that's cool about shitty relationships is you can get out of them the thing that makes sense about democracy is impeachment unless you're lazy, then you just learn to deal with the Shit, it becomes a part of you and it lives in you and no, human doesn't 'adapt' to it, like it's happy to do, it just feeds it dont it, "oh that's how things are, shitty" why are you so bitchy, girl working behind the ice cream thing at rite aid? why did you say Nope when karl asked if he could please have cookies n cream? "I just am"
BUT NO HE'S GOT THE BEAT YEAH HE'S LOOKING OUT FOR SOME SHIT I SWEAR
fuck i guess it's game over, the bad guys win. the rules are jenga'd all over the floor now, decision-making's out the window. if it quacks like a duck and bleats like a duck and walks like a duck, it's a duck,, right? no! i trick people all the time into seeing me in ways they cant control, information is really the most useful power, i promise, ask anybody who hates joshdrilling, and i dont get salary to do so. really i go into dopamine-debt, it feels like shit doing it to people you love4
4 everybody
AT LEAST WE PICKED A GUY THAT EVEN IF WE CANT TRUST HE SEEMS LIKEA GOOD GUY LIKE A LOGICAL ONE YKNOW I MEAN HE DID DRUGS
dont call it a comeback
ppl are always like euhhh new beginnings i'm decided to just be real honest/earnest/ernest/all the rest
