Thursday, October 2, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
My weakness is getting stronger
My weakness is getting stronger by the minute. Soon my weakness will be strong enough to consume me and control me with really strong weakness.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
time is melting
Time is melting like an ice cream cone on a really hot surface. The surface of my mind is like oil. I can't see through it, but I know it's there.
Soon all things will melt into desperation and solitude.
I cry for freedom, but my cries are melting into silence.
All the melted substances are re-melting into a newly depressing substance of darkness.
...and guilt....
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
escape?
Do I see an opportunity to escape, or is that just my mind dying a slow death of boredom?
and darkness..
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
I've seen the future and it's not right now
Oh sweet future. Why must you tempt me with your promises of flying cars and helper monkeys? I am but a humble soul living in the present, thinking about the past, and longing for you dear future. Please promise me you will always be there. Also, who wins the Super Bowl next year? Just curious.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The broad stroke of boredom
The broad stroke of boredom has painted darkness over the windows to my soul. I can't see out. Is it raining? Is that what I hear? Or is it monkeys throwing what monkeys throw best?
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A Nightmare in a Dream
I had an hallucination. I was talking to Ron Paul, but he wasn't Ron Paul. He was Brintey Spears.
The Ron Paul/Britney Spears person told me to watch American Idol on Youtube. He started peeling a banana. There was in iPhone inside it. He read to me what was on the screen. "Tom Brady is on the Van Halen tour."
I felt a cold chill up and down the index finger of my left hand.
That is my favorite dream.
The World
It seems that the world is all around me now. Everywhere I go, there is some sort of planet or administration of some type.
I asked Scarlett Johansson, but she didn't answer. Is she even there?
Scarlett? Is that you?
Scarlett!
Dreams can make your dreams come true
Don't dare to dream if you can get away with it. Dream to dream. If that works, according to the leprechaun in my coffee cup, then you can expect a quick return on your investment. Another thing to consider is this: if a sandwich is made in the woods and no one is around to eat it is it still considered gay to use emoticons?
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"Monkeys don't throw sunshine."
-Shayne Seymour 70%/Jay Ray 30%
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The Philosophy of Despair
My awful situation begs the question. Does a begged question become the chooser?
The philosophers have been asking me that all day.
silence
Silence was once cocoa to my ears.
Now it is the Hammer of Thor, pounding my mind like a cake with chocolate sauce and walnuts.
No cherry on this Sundae.
Speaking of Sunday, send help.
Monday, January 28, 2008
my mind is emptiness in my mind
My thoughts are empty and cold. Like a store full of nude mannequins that has closed for the morning. The loss is infinite. The mustard is warm.
Hold the sarcasm, Kenneth.
Hold the sarcasm, Kenneth.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Death Creeps In
It is cold and lonely here. I feel the overwhelming presence of death creeping in the door. I can not make a sound or death shall surely come. I fart.
The seeds of boredom
The seeds of boredom, once planted beneath my wings, have flourished into mighty edifices that imprison me with no light. No air. No Pringles.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Darkness
Darkness creeps over me like night over a planet. My cushioned cube walls heave with contempt, sqeezing me until my soul cries for a pomegranate.
The Bitter Syrup of Boredom
The bitter Syrup of Boredom has saturated my mind.
The Ants of Time Forgotten now feast on my misfortune.
The Ants of Time Forgotten now feast on my misfortune.
My world is darkness now
All light is gone from my world, if you don't count my three computer monitors and the fluorescent cube lighting.
I have to squint my eyes against the ominous glow of time....time that is running out....running out like a monkey who has thrown his last poop and knows he will never throw again.
Hey there Delilah
I don't think you fully understand the extent of my powers. I can influence the tides. Move mountains with my mind. Take out the trash. I am everything you ever wished for and nothing you ever wanted. I am monkey. Hear me make whatever sound monkeys make when they are asserting their dominance. Avert your eyes in my presence. Make me a sandwich of fine wine and cheap beer. Get a piece of the rock. Take heed and disagree. I am love. I am hate.
I am bored.
I am bored.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My mind is beginning to play tricks on me.
It placed in my chair a whoopie cushion filled with razor blades and Vegemite.
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