So you wanna be a hard working, honest man or just be known as one at least have your mother think so before she kicks a bucket full of lists with no check marks it's a wicked world where greedy, evil men prosper and are considered successful and good at life regardless of the below horizon lengths they will go to, to at least seem that way lying professionally pretend friending
once i saw a boat on dry land it needed some work but i know a thing or two about barnacles by now
Computer was so fed up with this depressing text it broke itself. See how long the library's last. It's been torturous lately like smooth contemporary supermarket kenny G. Extremely obese women with horrible, creeping, lower bacne in hip hugger, skinny jeans and half shirts and Men with tan, hairy, muscular thighs in daisy dukes everywhere on campus. Gotten too nauseated to even smoke a cigarette in this nightmare.
Don't need to call me on all the wasted time. I'll go ahead and just rat on myself. I had been sitting there super...
There was water there. It wasn't like pretty crystal,chlorine clear or even that baby before it's even born nursery color. Brown, bad stuff has lived here for a long time and always will, four tubes of nescafe instant in the mouth without a sip of liquid sludge. It looks like the substances I should be coughing up every morning. If I could get the dirt out. The toxic, late night infomercial, elevator jazz, maple syrup I been breathing hoping one of those molecules to be the one that ends the rest. There's always an old mexican dude playing some ominous little Spanish tune in my head...
you do what you can to die a hardworking honest man to try really hard to be a good person but that thing about a plan it's
a list of things that always goes wrong what's the first thing you look for in the ash when your house burns down? everything's got a neck on it everybody likes eating,drinking,fucking but not them gut rot,asthma,anxiety attacks having to choose between washing your hair or brushing your teeth? life is about choices when you are not highly motivated
So Professor Doucet says "At least a thousand words on what you do and don't want out of this class"
I think what I'm mostly looking for in this class mam is what it is intended to do. I need to learn to analyze and articulate things better. I need to know how to produce what I want to in a more professional manner. A high five from your peers is only sometimes gratifying when the only reason you consider them a peer is because they once wrote something you liked and you wrote something once that they said they liked. But how much can you trust their opinion on your's or your's on their's when you think your writing is shit?
some of us need seasons to remember change is possible but that doesn't happen here it's the sunny carbon underbelly of silver cooking spoons where leaves last forever and endless summer is a horrible thing
I wanted to hurt her by hurting myself just to hear her screaming my name again burn that book one last time salty water pooling in the retina is our art
in motion that can't catch traction
some thing strung up in the form of some ancient son meant to scare away things that fly ...
So there is this door. Nothing real spectacular for the eyes to jump off. But it used to be my momma's door, before that prolly somebody else's in the early thirties, and I don't know much bout that but shortly there after it became my sister's. I can say a few things about. Her time on that lot. A young woman sees a dying bird. Picks it up. Pets it. Says comforting things in a language that ain't worms or breadcrumbs or about brethren, that can flap their wings ninety times a minute, hovering in a somewhere in time state around some sweet stuff whenever they...