What Is Your Worth?

The elements in your body that will one day be returned. Like for example, that thrift store sweater. That you wish was once, twice, and thrice worn… So you end up in the ground either dissolved or fossilized… in the end we see who lasts.

The Fat That Seeped From His Abdomen

Outside the rain seeped off the side of the house and into the Earth. The soil drank it to quench the thirst of decomposing bones n' hair n' even flesh… decomposing is a tedious and long task you know.
After many years of evolution she would come to to hate him. He was ancient and boring… no, not in the manner of lacking the talent to provide excitement in her life. HA! She was bored of the fact that he was scratched, like a record, on certain memories.
The entire day had been cast in gray. It is a flattering tone that complements her skin. Gray he thought, it was as if though all around him storm clouds closed in on him but she… she was the one white cloud that reminded him that the sun would be out soon…she, the only one to drift peacefully in his artificial tempest.
He didn't cry. Crying was for the weak and defeated. Not yet defeated, he had no reason to crawl into his closet of past shit and weep like the rain. In short, his soul is constipated. His soul was constipated and when he needed to let out the steaming and salty solution, that would crust under his eye, the ghost if masculinity would prohibit him the right.
"You might want to close the door on your way out," she said enlightened. What had he been driving at… a quick fix… with what he usually did.
¿Why do we do the things that we do?
A black and white fantasy that memory cells transmit constantly that eventually… it has a heart-beat and being of it's own.
"Sorry" is just a bullshit phrase that politicians and the almighty use to pardon their faulty reign.
As he sat upright, the door slamming shut in the distance, he thought: well you got it. You're free or have a stronger illusion of freedom. He felt that liquor would sanitize the wounds as weed would numb the pain. How easy it would have been to follow through or not to be. But he couldn't… because he was neither Ophelia nor King Duncan. He was not done yet. Life was at the least 1/6th complete with his life. He was not done yet.

I will choose who I want

There just no reasons why shouldn't hang out or even like you. Though you extensively lack table manners, personal hygiene, and etiquette... Your stupidity is your ultimate downfall. Oh God... Has no one ever come up to you and told you to close your mouth when you were eating pizza? Honestly it's disgusting. We all don't want to see you showing off the Saulray of the mashed up nutrient trapped. And nothing else between your braces... We already know you eat to live is it not torturous enough? I know how one would like to think that having a crust on your nose would be better than having crust on your socks at the bottom of your hamper but having no crust at all is much better. HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE THERE IS CRUST ON YOUR NOSE! It's remanence from a previous sneezy build the cover and will call for next academic. I sometimes wonder if I get enough people to jump off a bridge if you would follow sheep. You are such a good sheep! Sometimes I wish you were sheep in Scotland. Your attempt at humor is so asinine... No one found it funny that you actually voted for Romney to be ironic, Many actually lost the last shred of shit they had for you.

On the Streets With A Transparent Car

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=iB-78-uXMr4
 Shoved in the face by smoke
We kiss passionately like the moon and the deep blue sea
On the field of the universe you dance ever so gently
Each step after step
One leading to the next
Only to fall of the tip of mountain you once thought was secure
Oh the burning ache you gut feels as you plummet towards your final descent
Splash!
Now living life like a fish
All that can be seen are wavy distorted... blurry visions of mirrors
Floating fast so freely
In and out of frets
Are you happy?
Content?
Scared?
What are you?
Who are you?
What time is it?
Laugh at that last question cause there is no time in your world
That's why you can't answer most of my questions
No worries...  People don't understand you're really worried
Your mask has not cracked yet
Breathe out the lies like dragons breathe fire
You've got no fire all you've got is cheap incense smoke
Give your vibes off to a crystal he'll keep them secret
Even though you stole thiers

Crayolas on the Sidewalk

Away at home slept the idea of perfection

While in the distance parental cyclops feasted

Eating the pride thrown by the feet of programmed robots

DON'T FORGET TO CHASSE

Yelled the sounds system

A secret of secret whispered in the ear of a microphone

Standing tall and proud the ghost of legacy watches like a vine on the wall

Judges... Judges... can't decide on who's getting the walk

A walk across the black tar who once comsumed

Killing softly the sun burns white holes in the sockets of tired children

While below a gnome waters the brains that are shriveling away

Parents with wires coming out of their ears, eyes, and even that of thier noses

Are lost in the matrix

Unaware of the ritual that is happening before them

Unaware of the decaying stem

But all must be blocked out
All that matters now is our effort put in
The seas of sweat
Mountains of smelly clothes went through to achieve where we are right now
Let all end terribly
Let us not win a trophey
Let the kids vomit their complaints about how life is not fair
Let the parents char under the sun
All that matters is me and you