4/03/06
3/31/06
We Fought For Lincoln...And The Ford Won...
Funny thing about
the lack of parental love
is that
as time passes
and the more that
you actually
get a hold
of what happened
or didn't
and when
you actually
get the ability to
put yourself outside of the box
and forgive
time has passed
and you've usually
just learned to forget to remember
by the time that you realize that what really mattered back then
when things were huge
when things were earth-shaking
when your parental Pearl Harbor was constantly being bombed
and you were just fleeing the constant fire from the sky
now
so much time has passed
you've lived the majority
of your life now without this person
how does this make you feel?
trying to place blame is like Brazil 2006 Nazi-hunting
like saying light on Earth from a galactic star
was cooler way before everybody knew about it
like loving a writers work posthumously
and telling others that he was a lot better
when he was alive
3/30/06
If Comic Books Were Beers - Then I'd Sell My Liver On eBay...
Doctor Doom And Darth Vader Are Brothers...
Dude.
Seriously.
Totally un-funny today.
un-everything today.
I guess this would make me a Communist, also.
Seriously.
Totally un-funny today.
un-everything today.
I guess this would make me a Communist, also.
3/29/06
Man Killed The Dodo And The Dodo Killed Man...
For every ten psychotic thoughts
I have one moment of clarity
For each bone that I break
A muscle will get stronger
Today
When bored and dull
Tonight
My dreams will become lucid
Mirthless socially
Clever in my own head
I am the earth-quaking stompings
Of a million giants with ADD
And Restless Leg Syndrome
I am a creature not stirring
I am a quiet mouse
I am continous smoldering embers
And the Napalm of Dante's Inferno
I am the sun, the moon and the stars
Eventually killed by Avian Bird Flu
I have one moment of clarity
For each bone that I break
A muscle will get stronger
Today
When bored and dull
Tonight
My dreams will become lucid
Mirthless socially
Clever in my own head
I am the earth-quaking stompings
Of a million giants with ADD
And Restless Leg Syndrome
I am a creature not stirring
I am a quiet mouse
I am continous smoldering embers
And the Napalm of Dante's Inferno
I am the sun, the moon and the stars
Eventually killed by Avian Bird Flu
3/25/06
Bye, little girl...I'll miss you.
how much
is too little
to make
that big of a deal of
when a big thing
that seems so small
in the grand scheme of things
gets taken away from you
are you being
selfish
unrealistic
do you straighten up
wipe your misty eyes with your wrist
or do you swim with it
when something withers
does somebody hear the tree fall in your heart
I like to shut off certain aspects
of my emotions because
I am either too old
tired
or have already
worked it around in my head
been there
done that
felt that
everything acknowledged
not forgotten
but no need to be an emotional CUTTER
scars heal
scars remain, though
everything’s just tragic
and always beautifully overlooked
everything is nothing
and sometimes
my little
nothings
mean
everything
to me
Rest in peace, "60"
Love, Kevynn
is too little
to make
that big of a deal of
when a big thing
that seems so small
in the grand scheme of things
gets taken away from you
are you being
selfish
unrealistic
do you straighten up
wipe your misty eyes with your wrist
or do you swim with it
when something withers
does somebody hear the tree fall in your heart
I like to shut off certain aspects
of my emotions because
I am either too old
tired
or have already
worked it around in my head
been there
done that
felt that
everything acknowledged
not forgotten
but no need to be an emotional CUTTER
scars heal
scars remain, though
everything’s just tragic
and always beautifully overlooked
everything is nothing
and sometimes
my little
nothings
mean
everything
to me
Rest in peace, "60"
Love, Kevynn
3/23/06
Citron This...
There's something wrong about accidentally finding a bottle of vodka in your cupboard.
It's kind of like The Gods on Mount Olympus chucking down ice cream cones to retarded, screaming fat kids.
(Maybe I shouldn't have written that out loud.)
It's kind of like The Gods on Mount Olympus chucking down ice cream cones to retarded, screaming fat kids.
(Maybe I shouldn't have written that out loud.)
So Much Hair On His Palms, He was Chewbacca's Hand Model...
Jesus, work is boring.
Last time I did anything this repetitive,
I was ten...and then couldn't touch it again for like, a week.
Last time I did anything this repetitive,
I was ten...and then couldn't touch it again for like, a week.
George Romero vs. Barbasol...
How come you never see zombies with facial hair?
or have I not been looking hard enough?
or have I not been looking hard enough?
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