Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
10 New Band Names
Muffins On Fire
We All Lie About Katanas
Powerbars and God Knows What
Who Is the Strudel?
Tooth Pulp
Chicken Rubbed in Death
Skinny Gay Hemingway
Fuck You I'm Made of Bees
Here Comes the Marzipan
Fun Imp Game
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Long Island Rail Road
The ride from here to there
Took an hour at best
But I had arrived a different man
Nay
The fact that I was even a man was the most
Different
The most
The thoughtsploration that I had engaged in
Had been unintentionally incredible
Like the only kind of incredible I could be
Unintentional
It didn't quite make me incredible
Or
Halfway even
Nay
I had just finally realized why I was so unhappy
Yes
I thought the things I needed to do when
It was most needed that I do
Amazing
How amazing this had happened without my trying
My brain tried for me
Or forced me
It was a forced "to be"
But something that was necessary
And we picked up speed
Shedding angers and grudges
Sadness and tears
Well
Maybe not tears
But all those unnecessities for happiness
Emotional roughage
It passed right through me
And the only lasting impact on my body
Was a cleansing
It passed through me and pulled with
My naivete
of those nights in Beelington West Virginia
And all the weekends since
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History is full of examples of people who didn't discover their real creative abilities until they discovered the media in which they thought best. - Sir Ken Robinson