inspired by a poem that was inspired by ween

so offline sky is totally dark,
no worries, just plug in the stars.
stars are in the cartridge you kept safe

what are we waiting for? let's put in the tape.

all i watch on netflix anymore is the universe
when they finally bring my hearse, let the lid
have an interior panel from the nice guys
at the planetariums i always go by.

coffin has a coffee-stand and a bed and a chair.
string looming from the roof that i can pull in case they need to know i'm not really dead.
i connect online in my grave and then peer at a wall;

at somewhere behind there, someone poorer than me's bones.

Got to find out what the GF is doing
now that I'm dead, it's all open for her.
She can do anything. So I send her an email from a pseudonym,

complimenting her.
Saying she's awesome.
Everything I should have done

before I actually died.

Response to the Elephantine

Nasal twine sleepy like child mind merely shaky.
Harrumphs are for grandads, not you or me.

Poison everyday, deep inside my soul
injected by, I thought, simpletons
then realized -- other souls.

Combative stance was held, for an hour or two.
Then the women from the woods came
and said "This party is boring."

So then I had to go.

----
(for the record:)

This party didn't register
that highly in my mind.

Guess since my mind's always partyin'
very hard to register any Time.

I just run to the beat of the clocks
or I run to the beat of the casiotone
or I run to the beat of Andromeda dancing with the Milky Way.

Or I run to the beat of nothing so cosmic,
I just run to anyone's daily panic.
Like I'm some kind of Superman,
except just in the mind.

Gotta cough really special some time in the future now,
better than all the other trite.
Heh, I'd love if that becomes my constant mantra
when I finally lose my mind.

Thurman's Error

Thurman's error is actually just a pretty funny non-sensical errorl, but I feel I need to document it due to the fact that we ended up with me posing a real knife at Thurman's neck, that night, when all the electricity was gone from Manhattan.

I'd spent the earlier part of the condition with good friends, who I noticed were having more fun together. Why I ever went to the bar and had to deal with Thurman after that was that it was, I guess, a pretty dark night, and I could have talked to anyone (honestly, how important was it?).

Instead I spent time debating with Thurman on Apples and Oranges.

I, as a software engineer, was the Apples (lulz bill gates, try as hard as you can, you will never make clever enough things. Wait. Bill Gates makes Apple computers, right??? Whatever, they probably fucked each other in the 80s.

I tell Thurman that I am an apple to his oranges. He doesn't take it well.

That was his error. He should have taken it.

;)

how this is even plausible coming from someone like me, i don't know, but it has always been about a girl

in the middle of a documentary
your lips were so fun and 'fuck off'
you stood there in front of tiffany's

ok, wait :) what was actually happening here?
you wanted me to go inside and buy you a diamond ring!
and i didn't. fuck idiot.
wait. who just said that?
"it is an imaginary girl that you construct because you failed to propose."

ah, new guilt trip. what else do you know, about us? about me and her?

"you put your videos online. and all the photos. including me. :("

"Including you? Who the fuck are you man?" I asked, and what content delivery network harbors these amazing library of photos?

"I hate you for it," said the hating machine.

I curled up. This had begun as an abstract poem
"Whoa, where is this coming from little guy? Why you fronting? Why you trying to get some juice out of me?"
"Because you are so juicy," said the robot.
"I know what's going on here," I nodded, wisely. You just need a small mathematical problem, and you will be set."

"Like?"
"Well, what is 42?"
The computer went to work, and I could rest for a little while. ^^yaay atheists^

assimilar nightmare

Woke up, dream. This guy in my dream comes over, sleeps in my apartment. I provide him a mattress.

A little later, I'm exploring a totally different level.

There's like a 'bridge' that exists, and I'm walking upon it.

"Well, great," I say to myself as I reach the end of the bridge. "This is just great."

Suddenly a car traveling on a distant road goes off course and plunges into the abyss.

That car had people inside it! There were children falling there!

The next 25 days is spent watching this kind of destruction constantly.

Cars containing important things, just falling off cliffs.

Haunted Parrot Episode IV: "Lorraine, My Density has Plopped Me 2 ya"

"I can't see," said the parrot, perched carefully upon DePeter's left shoulder.

DePeter's batted him away. "What the hell," he said. "Stop trying to fly around like an idiot, then!"


The parrot looked back at him. He had never been insulted like this. By a woman, face-on.

"Oh really?" said the Parrot. "You going to try and approach some kind of 'permission' with us? It nodded at the room that the deceased had inhabited.

"You're just a bad drunk, and you can't even fly," said the parrot.

DePeter's checked frantically into his cellphone, trying to find an SPCA.

Amidst his drunken state, he realized that all the animals had to be put into the right place.

Haunted Parrot Episode IV: