Friday, November 28, 2014

The question


And so the question is asked "in the end was it worth it?". My answer is stat "totally?". A harsh pre winter cooking veggies and mashed potatoes, pasta and pesto and things with guacamole sauce. a pre winter heart break, revelations and realizations, downed the bottle for my hearts sake while my mind continued to lose patience. So restarted what was officially ended in a questionable judgement call, now I question the question that was officially asked and my response is perhaps much less than stat.

And so the question is asked "in the end was it worth it?". In a little less stat I say "totally?". Locally my status was upgraded to pariah so when faced with an ultimatum I naturally cracked. Perhaps I should have sucked it up and left things like that but I snapped and decided to make that trip. they say vision in hind sight is 2020 clear but if I knew would I have locked up and stayed in the clear? Now a couple of trips latter I find me right here; a cold stare and Yes my answer is not stat.

 And so the question is asked "in the end was it really worth it". In any pace but stat I chat "totally?". I put down that mask and threw my hat into the fire, while the doom clock had lapsed it was an ambush. With my vulnerabilities exposed and painted on my head I become the protagonist of a dark Cohen brothers classic. My bulletproof vest was apparently made of plastic so when the shots went off my heart just happened to be in the way. So it happened and im ok plus had an artistically made long Island that took entire edge away. Now the direction that I sway is simply Tarantino comical and my answer to be sincere is "Hell No"

Friday, November 21, 2014

Man of the moment



Random bouts of timidity intimidate a monumental moment, purple robes and a hoddie serve to classify these flaws. The man of the moment walking through closed doors, powered by paparazzi hype with an 80s Kodak and an exposed film. A Kodak, a man and a pretty solid moment; inflated egos a ham sandwich and a formidable opponent ; a lie, the truth and a far reaching theory; dieing proof of a wisdom tooth and a further complicated story.

He lives to tell another story of glorious hunters and out maneuvered preys, while the lion must duck his head in shame as his intellect protects his say. So if a tree takes a dive in the middle of the forest and no one witnessed its fall, an empirical argument can question the credibility of "if it made a sound at all". So mr Berkley while your treatise is considered with greater mental endowment, a man will stand tall and dominate this moment.

These are strange times I must confess the resurrection of the Renaissance is dead. And the Renaissance men that authored the revolution have been resisted, repelled and left for dead. Yet a man stands in the glory of an unfounded bliss while he dines with the sharks in his bed. Concerned with the present superficial component but today he is the man of the moment.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Promises to my ex and other "love" jingles


I used to love her: cheap wine and tacky buffet lunches, always been more of vodka person but those days were special. I specially interjected in more abstract ways than 3, so it barely got anymore awkward, what the hell was wrong with me. long lists and laughs, shunned lips and cats, I hardly can define my style of hats as helping attract. A total mismatch perhaps but who the hell really cares , what is most important is free food and actual dogs that look like snoop.

A shot of zaranof is fine, me bloody inconsiderate bastard; least I can do is show some class and order up some cheap whiskey. I cant be going for a walk at ten below zero, last time i pulled that stunt I had just broken up with potato. Now here is an especially disgusting pickle to pick on: I'm actually not that particular about pickles. That my allergies became apparent after I had hit is nothing but pure coincidence. So dont read too much meaning into me acting up cause I "truly" just discovered that I dont like your cooking.

While they are caught in the daze of this miracle love chant, I am stuck in my ways trying to figure these damn blanks. An afro, some braids then a cynical old man, My belly, a tingle then a "lyrical" love jingle.

because I will be gone


standing in the hindsight of a slighted senior citizen equals perspective redefined on a sophisticated level of clarity. I like oat meal; so interestingly boring, so plain and unassuming and yet so absolutely complete.I cant blame the "drunk" priest for making moves on the sister because no one told him that it was just a mocktail. But he created the justification that he desperately sought, to mock the institution that he passionately taught.

So the imbalance is struck between a master and a meek man, a mason and a monster and a bastard with a weak plan. So the bastard takes a weak stand and meek man starts to fissile while the monster takes a seat, somewhat amused by the spectacle. And the grand race is on for people to blend in with the race-less race; a race of people that are racially neutral and only biased against the non-raceless race. But if a movement of racially neutral radicals were radically de-raceing the non-raceless  race, the endeavor in itself will be paradoxically futile as they will only be re-raceing the non-receless race; to be raceless that is.

And the quest continues to establish the values that transcend space and time, while the philosophers stone is mocked and ignored for its failure to turn iron to dimes. But the philosophers stone without the philosopher is nothing more than just a stone, we therefore look to answers and answers to us while we pray on our knees in our homes.