i do realize that this isn’t the most interactive blog, nor the most informational. i make no claims anything but pure nonsensical eruptions. call it what you will (stream of consciousness, spontaneous prose, garbage, etc.), but i can attest to its’ necessity for any (pseudo)intellectual like myself. write your cognitive phlegm and spit it anywhere on here. you’ll feel superficial release that grows solace with each ignorant drift.

comedy is one of the highest forms of wisdom. an amalgamation of experience, sin, fervor, morality, regulations, ups and downs, lefts and rights and rights and wrongs and the rights of the poeple and the writes of the states.

long live idealism and in the hearts of calves.

the lavatory hides my effulgence and exigence; my brain contains my effluence!

so laugh, dear me, laugh a puddle in the rain

and send your silly worries of a life amid disdain

to a place that’s filled with ‘screment

a flushing meadow’d drain

p.s i may or may’nt have taut o’logic

i went to college then didn’t. i lived with friends then didn’t. i lived on my own then i didn’t. and maybe my apophenia is to blame, or maybe shucking responsibility again is a lesser strain of hypochondria. who’s to say? purely judgment for judgments’ sake.

i was insane then wasn’t. and sometimes i wish i was again. because sometimes, sanity is the most boring of all options. sometimes boredom breeds languor. and sometimes, when alltimes collide, i let my mind warp itself.

sometimes those two voices, who coincidentally used to be such good friends, tear each other apart. they make the other feel meaningless. and that’s just a damn shame.

sometimes i crave chaos and sometimes order. sometimes commitment is boring (ha!).

sometimes i’m lucid water and sometimes i’m erratic steam. my sources are eclectic and they’re bursting at the seams.

so go on tell me your story.

make yourself anew amid aloft along the sea and publish words about how oft the man you shouldn’t be.

make yourself a mystery in a market in a cloak with a dagger made of nonsense and an aegis made of soap.

i want to hear you and see another being make a mockery of my dreams.

amid aloft

water and ripples

gazing at night

starfreckled sky with

the air

that smell!

calm cool soothing

but more

mental and physical

tame but chaotic

mind running with body

and our hands our legs

aren’t tied down by our brains

just running

because the dotted line is all that really matters

when you’re at peace with yourself

when you’re not

when you’re alone

when you’re holding onto that last breath

when you think you’re dead

and when you remember you’re alive

when everything must be done

and when there’s nothing else to do

create or destroy

nacht

to meet the standards of a loony sullen wasters hidden breeze.

hate the apple love the worm despise the weak serve the wise.

eighted felons hound the trigger of surreptitious baited mores.

the libel scandals eager wings and minds alsymmetry

but the cooing sounds the heinous bounds the movement overture

of another man another soul a fellow through the end

preamble livisteck and coronets in gestures chancely bet.

aggregate adrenaline power ailing two-part love

both me and my third face twist the mobs own fascist rule

but the second lost its interest for the sex of human shrews

and aligned the woes of graveyard crows to remind them of their views

what lionizing violence, such a feeble whispy roar

this the road of stressing bylines and reading between the sewers

the rouging sky lined serpentine with aging swollen dirt

but a monetary highbar proved too much to meet his worth