Rape Trick

Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked. If you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help. It would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon onto your naked body and said to me "drink this". If you spread your legs and you had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you. Because then I would have a purpose. To clean you up and that, that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and fuck someone else.

The Vintage A's Skip Town

Many people don't realize this but the red sox and the phillies are their respected cities SECOND rate team. Thats right, both organizations are pretty much the equivalent to the mets. The boston braves and the philideplia A's were the premiere and dominate teams from those cities that everyone adored, and when they deserted and broke the hearts of millions, the fans had no choice but to convert to being sox and phillies admirers. Its really rather interesting if you think about it. Many of the older fans long for the days when the vintage A's would own the fields and give even murderers row a run for their money. They talk and dream and recollect with a sad underlying acceptance that the under achieving modern day teams will never fully live up to the antique dominance of the 40s.

I Wanted You To Feel The Same

I sometimes got so tired of our game
I wanted you to feel the same
And did i say i liked you on the plane?
I wanted you to feel the same
It breaks my heart to say that when i was
in pain i wanted you to feel the same.
But nothing gets you really its a shame
I cant believe you didnt feel a thing
I wanted you to feel the same

The Great American Novel

Today i sold the previous five years of my life away. I made a grand total of 295 dollars. My furniture and accessories that i worked so hard to afford were practically handed out to the folks of casselberry. These people really didn't appreciate any of it. Offering two or three dollars for a piece that originally cost me 200 bucks. I guess that's the kinda thing that happens at yard sales to people who spend just a little to much on modern decor. I think it would have meant more to me to just hand stuff out to my friends for free. I'm not bitter but I really cant be any happier to leave. This was my American dream. It came and it went. Ive blown two very dear wishes of mine, and i really only have one left. Please let it happen.

The Future That Never Was

I am intrigued by the pasts perception of the future.  This lithograph is from the 1880s  and depicts flying aquatic buses and  late 19th century  Victorian attire. Who would have ever predicted that in the year 2000 We would still be wearing monocles and going to the opera. Im pretty positive that the only opera that occupies popular culture nowadays has the words "phantom of the" preceding it.

Synecdoche, New York

 Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen. 

Decay

We have short time to stay

Our nights are slipping far away

Caught up within bad memories

Our growth seems certain to decay

Now..this feelings so alive

But, as you or anything, we die

Lets stay here for a while

Eyes so round and bright we gently smile

Live for the moment, not the past

Why do we always fall so fast?