Sunday, May 27, 2012

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

YOU

can always find it again
anybody can
but what matters most
is what you do with it
now that you have it
again

Friday, May 11, 2012

Friday, May 04, 2012

I don't really think

that you know what I'm doing
my fear is that
before that you know how much better that I've made things
that you'll be gone before you see it


Thursday, May 03, 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012

men

make beats in the background
we, (wo)men
filled with woe
woo and whoa and wring and waste
our will, wants and wishes
until we're beat

There is...

Something on my left hand.
A spot, a glimmering thing that can be spit, Spit or maybe...SPIT.
A male voice just yelled at somebody from down the street.
My right hand hurts.
Old wound.
Reference "Stupid journal #18, circa 1995.
I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to shake 18 years out of my 2 broken knuckles.


Friday, April 13, 2012

A string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life, as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted - - - George Santayana



Today was not a bad day at all.

I wanted to put down some of the things that passed through my brain/crayons/canyons/today...

exhaustion
confusion
gluttony
joy
violence
LUST
regret
inebriation
nostalgia
fame
pugnacity
anger
pride
age
clairvoyance
sexiness
wastefulness
reflectiveness
recognition
poetry

I'M SPOILED.

Because I get to feel these things.

And many don't.









Tuesday, March 27, 2012

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Sunday, March 18, 2012


I couldn't go to sleep
she did
I watched three movies
2 episodes of 30 Rock
@ 3:15, I thought that I should try to go to sleep
I read for two hours......

I woke at 9:15
I wanted to go back to sleep
I'm a feral child
Vampiric/Nocturnal/Hopeless/Etc.

Breakfast at 10:45
No more sleep for me.

Every night and every day is different for me.

People ask me when I'm going to get married
When I'm going to have babies.

Every night and every day is different for me.



It's Been Too Long Since You've Written Something...

I hung out with my my Mothra - I mean, my mother.
This relationship gets Strongstra - I mean stronger.
I can hear drunks outside my door.
I want to punch them in the face.
My hands look like E.T.'s
I got carded tonight for beer.
I am getting OLD, old folks...

Leave me alone.
I am fine.
I want to finish my book tonight.
Can I?

Please, don't leave me alone.

I am not Strongsa as I can Bestra.

I Needsya.

It's Been Too Long Since You've Said Anything...




Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

How can I write when...

I'm scared of waking you up?

That's supposed to come after.

I need a garage.

Or Roald Dahl's Man Cave.

Look it up.



Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Now I know my ABC's, won't you come and play with me?

A list of friends from the past and present...
Baxter = Socrates/Sisyphus
Chris learned everything that he knows through movies.
Dawne. Thank you. SO MUCH.
Ender. I won.
Fran was very serious about transcribing my notebook writing.
George is my oldest friend. Tell me to have lunch with him more before it's too late.
Henry Higgins. Just you wait. Henry Higgins.
Ijaz defies logic and pees/used to pee in public.
Jesse is prolific.
Kevynn/Kevin was/is...
Landon is very cool. Why are we not better friends?
Mom?
Natty Bee and I are related.
O, The Places You'll Go!
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.

You’ll look up and down the streets. Look ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

On and on you will hike.
And you know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

Pat.









work in progress

Friday, January 13, 2012

lookupintheskyit'sabirdit'saplaneit's...

my toes are freezing
my Bizarro muscles are sore
I don't know what I'm doing tonight

grounded

Saturday, January 07, 2012

BORING.

BORING.
BORING.
YES.
YOU.
fucking BORING.
with a CAPITAL
FUC KING
BORING.

Monday, January 02, 2012

Tonight we make soap operas...


“Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The Queen is their slave.”