Tuesday, July 29, 2014

When Independent Thought Became Illegal

with my mouth open
flowers bloomed as the rain
resumed & the umpire

yelled, play ball
ping-pong dichotomy

oh my sweet dear,
may I please have one last kiss
before my lobotomy?

homogeneous suicide/ linoleum guilt trip

Monday, July 28, 2014

Counterfeit Conceit

count me in
until I’m out of luck
dazed & confused
too tired to give a fuck

a conundrum
a mire
basically, I’m basically stuck
the plagiarism of overused words
while writing everything in thirds

this ship, well, this ship
is destined to sink

writing my thoughts
on the wall
in invisible ink

a tractor led funeral procession/ cicada escort service

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Hello to everyone around the globe, may the good vibes be with you today. This week I decided to play the band that started this whole trip, Sublime were the first reggae band I listen to (although they were such a mix of genres as not to be called exclusively reggae), and this album was the very first CD I purchased. They introduced me to reggae(punk & ska), and as they say, the rest is history. I grew up in similiar proximity (the LBC) where you can trace their musical beginnings and immediately felt such a deep connection to their music, and to Bradley’s lyrics. Together Brad, Bud, and Eric were perfect team and they truly were sublime. Pour some of your 40oz for the legend, light one up for the still living dynamic duo. You guys were and still are the shit. Peace & One Love.

Sublime - Don’t Push

(Source: Spotify)

Friday, July 25, 2014

Sweating It Out

we arrived in the holy land
with nothing but sand
in our boots

new recruits
to a virgin religion

we had yet to undergo
the mental circumcision

but the judges’ score-cards
rendered a split-decision 

Cerebus / Brad Buried

alarm clock minefields
with silent alarms
deafening explosions

never safe in
homo sapiens arms

repulsive creatures
with time sensitive features

not even your preachers
can save you now

we are hellbound
to the hellhound

a wicked marry-go-round
that steals
tiny pieces of our souls
until there is nothing left

brain fart/ unconscious constipation 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Arise Chicken, Arise

lies beget lies
I found a suprise
between your theighs
not one, but two
chicken pot pies

the helpless sheep cries
that the guillotine doesn’t cum
in her size

too much salt
on these mcdonald’s fries
I can hypothetically feel
my blood pressure starting to rise

Shoeless Joe

I am sinking
through the floorboards
at an unreasonable pace

I burned my social security card
& the american flag

with a plastic grocery bag
covering my face

feed me your propaganda
through this image box

& I will throw the world series
like the black sox

irregular heart beat/ monochrome cornucopia 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

In matters of war
there are no winners

the image in the mirror
is a preprogrammed hologram

do not believe the lies
propaganda clouds logic
leaving humanity rabid

we must learn to distinguish
fact from fiction
the image in the mirror
is not your soul

just a digital mirage
that keeps you idly focused
on a false water supply

while it is being stolen
from underneath
your weary feet

jaywalking backwards/ Katy Perry

Monday, July 21, 2014

Don’t you get get?
Do you understand it now?

Earth was destroyed 100 years ago. During the evacuation some survived,
but most didn’t. The ones that did survive, like you and I, were send into deep space in stasis pods that were programmed to take us to another inhabitable planet. This reality, the one you see day to day is nothing but an active cryogenic sleep history lesson. Your dreams aren’t really dreams, they’re meta-dreams and the deeper you go into the rabbit hole the more sense it begins makes. At the end of this history lesson we will wake up and start anew. Please don’t do anything rash because when you perish is this waking reality your stasis pod will terminate you. When I wake up on this new planet, I want to see your face, I want to see everyone’s face. Together we can do this. I promise.

Colophon

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