wed : jul.23.2014
Sex With Nightmares
The blood on my hands is just beet juice.
The scars on your face are just red blades of grass.
The throat you wish to tear is made of plastic.
The thunder that rapes your soul is a pebble falling down an upward escalator.
Be free of pills, smoke, and liquid.
Be free of yelling and silence.
Be free because you think it's a concept that can be achieved.
Just be a snake impaled on a tree.
Easier that way.
( golden fuck ) tue : jun.24.2014
You Almost Killed Me You Stupid Computer
Do you know what the effect is, of raising a child looking at computer screens since the moment they can open their eyes?
Because nobody does.
Because this is the first time in the history of ever that this has happened.
The first generation of screen children.
This is new.
And none of us have any idea what it will mean.
Except that humanity will continue
to make better screens.
( children of the glow )fri : jun.13.2014
The Davis Went Down to Georgia
And almost left behind his cat.
( godspeed )thu : jun.12.2014
The Rules of Investment
It only makes sense to save if you plan to still be alive to spend it.
Saving ahead for the next generation is a fallacy.
My grandfather saved for his retirement and his kids.
His kids spent it on his hospital bills on his way out.
But you think,
"Won't it be gratifying to die
knowing everyone's taken care of?"
No it won't.
Because when you die, you aren't thinking about how great your life was, and how fine your children and their children will be.
You aren't thinking anything
because we live too long to die sensibly.
We die, staring at our loved ones
( who are you? )thu : jun.05.2014
A Salt Weapon
The wolves have come home to roost.
( whatever that means )
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