I wish I could find a way to do the things I know I need to do. I wish I knew what I was looking for. I wish it didn’t all seem so pointless. I wish I didn’t fall in love with fantasies and dream of girls who if they were real wouldn’t dream of me.

But these are all backgound noise to the game of the moment, 11th inning of a tie game between the Boston Red Sox and Los Angeles Angels. I find myself drawn to the Angels, though I have been a lifelong Red Sox fan, my allegiance the last tie to my short childhood in Providence. Those days were long ago.

$5 for whoever identifies this band and proceeds to put them into a cage / large crate.

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Just smile and nod. Life lessons learned late. Why? Why do we live? So many wasted hours spent searching for answers that were never there. Just smile and nod

Actually, maybe Bud put it best. Their answer to the big question: Why ask why? Try Bud Dry! Makes as much sense as drinking wine as if it were the blood of an undead God I guess. Bud Dry would be the urine of Christ; the impurities of all humanity passed through His divine kidney.

Jesus it’s as simple as a sunset. Why is it so beautiful? Why ask why? Let’s get drunk and fuck! This moment will pass, let’s get drunk and fuck.

this one found with death around his neck
this one found with it deep inside his head

futile life takers, seize the day
squeeze too tight,
George I think I
killed it

why is God such a heartless bitch?
we’re all more than just a little crazy
and God doesn’t care any more than
he has to

Why so serious? you
ignorant truthseeker you
it’s as knows as the plane
behind your face

behind brown/blue/grey eyes
she/he laughed and
smiled how I
melted into her
disgusting hands

Smoked too much, panic’d, crap. had to try to sleep. Too much emotion and repression. It takes me a while to feel the pain. How should I live my life? Just gotta keep going man, go go go! There was a beat festival going on in Tompkins park recently, I like thems. How should i live my life? too many options, shit what do I do? Live your life until you are through. Go for the Gonzo, go for the gold.

Guts
by Chuck Palahniuk

Inhale.

Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.

Play this until your eyes bleed:

From Jason Nelson at Secret Technology

I started off
by cumming in her face
but that was too much
too soon

I finished by
crying myself
into orgiastic
ecstasy

drip
drip
drip
but

how come I always feel alone
surrounded by friends
I come up too quick
get caught by the bends

she was my one
now done
and loneliness is just
upside frown dust

If I can not be an artist, then what is the next best thing? Consume consume until consumed. Without malice, without hate, detach from all wordly attachments. Drink till full, then drink again. Love till full, then love again. Masturbate till empty? Jeez, what a hard life, always full of intrigue and double meaning. Someone measured the fractal-nature of Jackson’s painting, and found that over 2 was too much. The best was 1.something, but I forget the exact number. Maybe 1.618? Lol, math.

my heart lifted
hands plunged
depths of my
soul exposed

oh sun beat
downward hell
burning brain is
melting red

my dying rose
you wither away
my dying rose
I wish I were gay
my dying rose
your thorns how they say
away, away, away

Time can take its toll on the best of us
Look at you, you’re growing old so young
Traffic lights blink at you in the evening
You tilt your head and turn it to the sun
Sometimes the TV is like a lover
Singing softly as you fall asleep
You wake up in the morning and it’s still there
Adding up the things you’ll never be
Time can take its toll on the best of us
Look at you, you’re growing old so young
Traffic lights blink at you in the evening
You tilt your head and turn it to the setting sun

Today, Georgey H. broke down in front of the Florida state house as he talked about Jeb. Of course, this leads people to think that he was crying about Jeb. But they’re wrong.

Using my powers of reason and ESP, I translated for all of you what George was ACTUALLY thinking:

les enfants de la guerre ne dancent pas bien ce nuit
ils penseront a la fin de la vie
et quand l’etoile qui se leve a matin
est tombee dances comme tu es fou lapin

we are asleep please don’t wake us today
I’d like to scream but I have naught to say
so I’ll just sleep till my larm clock it sounds
and then I’ll hit snooze till they set loose the hounds

c’est parce-que je t’aime que je parle comme un con
a la piscine avec nous nous allons
nage avec sans moi vetements sans la peur
qui nous derange et nous rendre faux danceurs

These are pretty much all my totally emo feelings put into a totally non-emo sarcasm. My existence is not to be looked down upon, unless you are doing so in an ironic way to further fuel my love for EMOtions: