Here's hoping I test positive for thinking.

panic!atthebookstore

Gloom, but no meandering:
I have fallen into flotsam on a white-washed
Beach. Watching gulls call, and never answering.

Not reacting...
To frantic... fuzz from...
Brain collapsing...

not for a nickel, not for a dime.
can't just, just can't stay in time.

What makes you think it's gonna last,
When everything you've ever done goes to the past?
Just think about our bodies in this place,
And imagine us shooting through space.

Stop dragging us down
With all your tick-tocking clocks that seem to never slow down.
Stop dragging us down,
Because eventually this future's gonna swallow you.

As a boy, it was a scale-model Messerschmitt
pitched at the wall in a boy-scale rage-
Now? These grown up middletones, wafflings, shit
flung deliberately wide of the fan. I remember the age
I began to ease off-thirteen, fourteen-
when busting one's stick meant a five-minute major,
and there, in the sin bin, thinking, what did i mean ( Read more... )

Probably one of the most annoying moments in sports is seeing the team of douchebags that call themselves the Yankees win a World Series. Every time one of those assholes steps up to the plate I pray that the pitch is headed right between their eyes. Just by glancing at half of them you can tell that their steroid dealer deserves a ring just as ( Read more... )

A spotless window sprouting string curtains.
Aware of spare parts, useless, uncertain.
Unending appendages that reach down and peel
A little piece of plastic, blood-soaked, from my heel.

I walk a little stoned, alone.

Listen master, can you answer a question?
Is it the fingers, or the brain
That you're teaching a lesson?
I can't tell you how proud I am,
Writing down things that I don't understand.