Mirrored Fiction

I always thought that i'd look good in fiction

My role, would be the one that it all ended up making sense to, just as it was about to not make any sense at all

I stopped for a minute to think about the moment right before I fall asleep with..

You always told me that I will one day have completely taken over the universe

but that isn't today, because if I ruled the Universe, I wouldn't have time to think about...

You stood still, as to not wake the light demons from their slumber

I stood still, because I hoped your eyes would adjust and pick me out of the dark and show me what all the commotion was about, and how I misinterpreted it all and that it was just....

You and I, because in the ever overlapping process of the beginnings, we felt infinite for a moment of silence that really just tried to scream in order to warn us of the mistakes we would make.....

Together was that of two solid strings wrapped around a bundle of twigs to spark and create a fire that would never go out, we created the everlasting bond of earth produced plastic wrapped products that would someday go on and tell the story of me and.....

You.

Mirrored Fiction

I always thought that i'd look good in fiction

My role, would be the one that it all ended up making sense to, just as it was about to not make any sense at all

I stopped for a minute to think about the moment right before I fall asleep with..

You always told me that I will one day have completely taken over the universe

but that isn't today, because if I ruled the Universe, I wouldn't have time to think about...

You stood still, as to not wake the light demons from their slumber

I stood still, because I hoped your eyes would adjust and pick me out of the dark and show me what all the commotion was about, and how I misinterpreted it all and that it was just....

You and I, because in the ever overlapping process of the beginnings, we felt infinite for a moment of silence that really just tried to scream in order to warn us of the mistakes we would make.....

Together was that of two solid strings wrapped around a bundle of twigs to spark and create a fire that would never go out, we created the everlasting bond of earth produced plastic wrapped products that would someday go on and tell the story of me and.....

You.

In the Wonderful World of all that is curious..

So many things come upon the great horizon that water buffalo begin to transform into psychopathic robotic utility belts

I rationalize my sympathy for that which has been not a vacation, but the dream of a vacation of a future that holds nothing in it's hands, for they are reaching towards galactic battlefields

The microwave chimes 1, we get up, and bake the carnage and terror that will enhance the news for the next few hours until supper when we garbage and make the police wallow like schoolyard fanatics, you cowardly courage

Spot on in the salad dressing facts that my protein intake has nothing to do with fat cells stemming from the inside of you cochlear implant, demanding bloated whale we do sing in for as we thought the faucet was left on...

For once, for once, for once, I sit tight on the universe and nothing happens, I have stopped my heart from proceeding with the rest of my zip lock bag indulgence, sour puss passes overhauling any intentional offsides out of bounds numeral IV statutory remote passing

The only control is none, you dinosaur...

After Effect

I wanted to write this, in hopes that you would listen
because I understand this is all a strange condition
and I'd never think anyone to execute that type of mission
but you're sticking by it and I'm in love with your decision

I'd really love to say that I'm not that bad
but everything I've done shows that I'm that bad
and as cliche as it is, you're the best I've ever had

I've stepped on my own toes, walked through the mud
burnt down the house, stayed alive for 25

I've caught all exceptions, thought through all wrongs
not innocent, but not as guilty as they'd like for you to see

I dabbled in the measure, of great hopes and pleasures
all for it to come crashing down on me

My intentions, may I mention, were that of a good whole
But I was lost inside the hype, trying to decide a price
and it captured and ate my soul

So forgive me, walk away with me, to that special place
where might that be? I don't know

But we can create one, built with spiral slides for fun
and jump up and down on jello bowls

This. Hurts.

I was split in half by a professional Kung Fu Fighter

I always picture myself in a bar, talking to a complete stranger about everything that has gone on in my life when my world comes crashing down and I have to reflect on it all. I always picture this invidual as a girl whom is pretty, interested in me, and willing to listen to my bullshit. And she always is intriqued with my honesty and in love with the fact that I am willing to accept the things I have done, and have learned from them. Truth is, this would never happen if I told someone everything I've done, every relationship I've ever fucked up, everytime I've cheated on a girl and never told her, only to have her find out, and destroy her from the inside out. Truth is anyone who ever heard my story, would run away so fast they'd knock the fucking hinges off the door and change the weather patterns.

I'm a complete fuck up. Yes this is true; why you ask? Because I have had some of the best girls come into my life, knowing full well they were the most incredible minds/hearts to ever exist, and I took advantage of their love, I went behind their backs. I have no idea why because me intentions were to love this person more than they have ever been loved, and I made them feel that way, until they found out that I had done something and hid it from them. Usually, this was months and months later, and so that hurts even more.

I always picture myself somehow coming out of all of this as a better person, but truth be told, I haven't learned my lesson, until, I think, now. When you're 17 and 18 doing something like that and losing someone you love is like ok, fucked up, but there will be more, when you are 22 and you do this, it's like wow you fucking idiot are you really doing this bullshit again you think you've matured but you obviously haven't. I am Jack complete idiotic piece of shit dumbass "that guy" side, and I've come to throw myself in front of the train and protect my face with my arms in hopes that they can identify me somehow.

I am a huge piece of shit, as I was just told over a text message, and yes my friends, this is true. Why does my honesty flow out of my fingers onto a keyboard easier than it does to someone whom I love so much?

But how could I love someone so much but do something so un lovingly? Good queston. My answer would be I thought it better I never say anything about my human fuck up and hopefully it never surfaces and I can go on and stay with the one I love. Real answer: That's bullshit to everyone on the receiving end and it doesn't amount to much more than broken hearts, crying and a lot of hateful messages, looks, and a terrible black hole in your conscious that eats at you and tell you how much of a piece of shit you really are especially when you see them again doing so well with someone new. yup, Im not good at this at all. I should probably stop, im not a professional im an amateur running around pretending im a high roller at the palms fucking casino.

I suck at Poker.

So to the girl in the bar, whom will love me for my honesty, I'll see you soon.

rock bands and pop tarts

I haven't been to a concert, an actualy live band type concert in months.
This is weird. I have been to plenty of clubs and parties containing electronic and hip hop but damn I have not seen some live instrument action in a while. I need to do this, and I need to listen to more local bands, check them out, see smaller hole in the wall bar shows, because I remember playing those, and the weird but intimate relationship you could build with people there. Some of them were all of the sudden you're biggest drunken fan. They worshipped you, bought a cd for half price because it's what they had left, so you give them a t-shirt and they rave about how they will tell everyone about you. And they probably will say something about it the next day when they see your cd and remember pieces of the night. Some of them will start to come to your every show, and although they may get incredibly annoying at times, you can't complain, they are what you live to make music for, the people who FEEL your music, not just listen to it.