I would love to scream.

I am a fish.

I never should have taken a bite out of that worm.

I don't think I'm still hooked, but my jaw is ripped open anyway.

What good is a neck to a headless person? What good is a neck anyways? Who the fuck decided to come up with people?

I wish I was a staple, just before you press down on the handle. Pierce through your hand. Get bent. And cured by sharkbite.

It's been a while, huh.

I launched a stake into the air. It flew like a swallow underwater. I would like to know.

I am a fingernail. Clean me with your penciltip. ...Bite me, bitch.

Dry that t-shirt. Squeeze it till your face turns purple, and then see how it feels to be a fool.

Work isn't a noun. But I am. I don't look back. I don't ask questions. I exist to think. Remember the maxim "We want the opposite of what we have." Existance is a constant struggle not to exist. "Ignorance is bliss." Oh yes indeed, but only when you are consious of what you have ignored. -Meaning, this 'bliss' is only in retrospect. While we are still ignorant, we have no idea how good we have it. When we enlighten, well... it's like the atomic bomb, or music pirating software. We can't erase what we have learned. So when your ignorant... your only blissful in the eyes of the unignorant. And the unignorant can not close their eyes. Therefor bliss is unattainable. 

I'm not sure if I care about that. But not what you think I mean.

This will grow and expand, but not forever. The orgasm's passed. It's all downhill from here. ...You'd better bring your tent.

Canned heat. Aluminum. Mines. Hardhats. Plastic. Oil. Middle East. 'Foreign' Policy.

Everyone's foreign policy is grounded on the same principles. Self interest. Whether the 'self' is a nation, a dictator, or on a smaller scale: you, or me, or any individual. Nothing is ever foreign when dealing with humans. It is all under our noses. But we don't recognize it because we only interpret other people. There isn't a direct connection between anyone and your mind. You see it either through your eyes, ears, hands, whatever... and then you see it through your memories, and opinions. No one ever directly communicates mind to mind, heart to heart, soul to soul, ...you know, all that beat-hippie shit... In this respect Humans are the most foreign creatures known to man.

replica. Oh God, not again.

Here are some things which excite me, they fill that void which reality rips further still. Despite the risk of sounding pretentious, I would still like to recommend them to you.

The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand Beautiful book, I'm rereading and rereading. It's amazing.

A Season in Hell - Arthur Rimbaud Brilliantly dissonant 19th century French 'poetry'

...well that's a shorter list than I planned, but that's fine, I only wanted to make the audience aware that these things exist, and have a black net value. ...so invest.

Or else nothing, Mother Nature was a virgin.

let me tell you something...

It's like ten-thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife

Protecter, I'm scared of people again....

Vilianous disk-matter... This is not the last you'll see of me. 

Language is a cliff-sake. For heaven's sandbars are waiting. Rope down with fellowship, you corcous fire-need. I shall pollute your infestations, in space of purity, cleanse. Pork or nothing at all. Blood on your temple, my only owner, weakness. Damn, they figured me out by misinterpretation.

Mind the senseless babble. It was only an oasis of clarity in the desert of chaos, never to be seen again. I deemed it worthy of recording. A truely Kodak moment.

And now I retreat...

I will free Waldorf from their conservative and senseless rules, even if I have to kick it into their heads with a steel tipped boot. Which, incidently is against dress code somehow...

I'm shocked to find out how oblivious people can be to thier own hypocrasy. And I thought I set the bar low.

Everyone should read and follow Alice Miller. Then the world would finally work right for everyone.

Determination.

Blind, so far as I can see.

We wait deserted.

Cheesy haiku of the moment.

Busted baby. You No Idealer. ...That's what I thought.