betabook.

bla. bla. bla. gas it up.

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we need to expand the 40-hour work week OR make larger clocks with waaaaaaaaaay more hours....

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CELEBRITY THEN & NOW

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existence. humanity. life. beauty. nihilism. depression. i thought myself an optimistic nihilist for a long time. but. lately. i feel that's not good enough. i should want more for my life. so. i wonder. what is humanity? what is existence? do we even know? the cages we built from political to economic, academic to religious certainly locked the truths of our humanity away from us. we're barely able to explore that - simple human existence. let alone, love. beauty. expression. joy. passion. kindness. what kind of species are we? i think we've fallen so far from the original branch of our family. phylum. class. order. kingdom. nature. that we're all doomed to be dysfunctional. we have no sense of our own humanity and with each generation we move further from those answers. it's strange since i want to believe in happiness and love and beauty but i think there's no realism in it. those concepts seem to be for the delusional. we're lost in a world of material constructs. and. i don't know if depression is a symptom or simply the standard. i'm saddened by the nature of our existence. yet, i'm conflicted b/c this is our existence. i can't change humanity. so. should i try? should i care? is it right? i don't even know, if i'm right. i can't find my joy until i feel all humanity shares in that joy. and. sure. sure. i can work on my microcosm of existence. i can fill my circle with visions of joy and reach for the stars. but. to what end? am i helping those kids in capetown without a bed to sleep? am i feeding those families in botswana? is that what i need to do ...to demonstrate humanity? how do i know if i'm affecting the change i hope or i'm simply the next generation of hope in a system simply not built to change? i can't know. we don't know ourselves. i guess i’ll make a visionboard. (or is it a collage)

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NOT A SCAM!

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is the world flat? is the earth round? either way, i just made my biggest discovery. THE WORLD’S GREATEST CREATION!!

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someday we’ll all be space debris

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i call this ... thesaurus

the acrimonious glacial front you imparted unto me... merely neglected my soul's casing. objective radix of subjective math oh, ignominious you. invariably so gelid you provoked no pique from me. you scarcely scathed my metaphoric carapace. you metaparent jenny you nippy kunte. blessed are the meak; they discern veracity. accuracy in locutions. execution. spell check. midst addressing such umbrage, upbraid me with your penetrating contrivances. pretty, prithee as you harangue my constitution?! HA! what mendacity?! you must adjudge divinity deposited on that brittle transparent crystalline throne vehemently rearward pursuing warmer cogitation this verglas will nary deliquesce nor suppurate. rimy harridan! more shew than... more termagant than... more rancorous than... those ice idolaters that are your confederates. closer to inmates, i propose. so. commence with such burlesque physical travesties and together witness whose badinages vet think twice before you eat the last slice of pie. you may wake up with a mouse in your bed. the end. ( i got real lazy towards the finally. it's tough work using an online thesaurus)

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Cost Analysis

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Everything is Perfect

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Home Sweet Home

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poetry is dumb

it's the escape of our deafening silence it's the triumph of our defeated violence it's the concentration the lack of conversation why don't we have the lives we had when we were 5 why don't i feel more alive what happen oh, captain, my caption...a baby on a lion's back a woman with a helicopter hair cut the sad face of an immigrant hand carving your child's vacation nik-nack. did shit get real. somewhat. it's not enough. people struggle, scrub, and work harder to get no further than where they came from where do we what to go? what's wrong with the places that we worked when we were young... nothing. we just don't want that no more so we explore we adore we become cultural whores, we pimp out our intelligence and sacrifice it for ego. well, maybe that's not we though. maybe that's me tho. maybe that's my story. maybe it's not our silence; maybe it's mine. my mind. my crime. luckily what's mine is yours. now. let's blast off to mercury.

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a short and absurd tale about life

as a method of cultivating a conscious understanding toward the meaning/significance of life; i suggest we all make our own "i exist" badges. these badges will be symbolic gestures declaring our concern and gratitude for one another while recognizing the importance of individual existence within his/her worldwide communities.

however, and maybe this ain't true, what if a rogue fleet of aliens come to our planet and decide that our species enslaved the badges. as the badge's message will suggest that "they" exist. the badges exist. we merely drape our bodies with ornaments who are crying for help hoping for freedom. thusly, the aliens will mistake our symbolic gesture for suppressed inter-species exploitation. the aliens will have no choice but to kill us all.

however, and i hope i don't spoil the broth, but...what if after the earth is liberated of mankind's menace and our blood coats the terrain as well as the crux of our demise, the badges; our bodiless souls bring to life the very badges that previously had no mortal existence. our blood mixes with the symbolic message of the badges to animate a new sentient being. we have the kind of powers that we always dreamed. we go back seeking revenge on the alien species that slaughtered us. we easily destroy them and spend the rest of our existence as badges.

however, after we filled ourselves with so much love, we suddenly turn our badge powers against ourselves. we start a badge civil war that no longer upholds the symbolic message that brought us to life. we slowly start fading away, fighting amongst ourselves the entire time; a rare and strange badge disease starts killing us out - quicker and quicker our new species dies. near the end, as it's too late for our species and we are coming to extinction, we finally solve the mystery. it was our own warring that killed us because by going to war we no longer believed in the symbolic message set forth by the badges. our existence was dieing. our magic was dieing. we killed the magic. we killed the message. we killed ourselves.

so. that's probably a "no" on the badges.

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TOP JOBS FOR 21557

Layoffs, bankruptcies, alien Invasion, robotic holocaust followed by a robotic apocalypse and rising unemployment – the past 12 months have been an especially traumatic time for those seeking gainful employment. Every employee is different when it comes to considering a "dream job", but here's a top 5 list of jobs that may surprise you ... 1. ROBOT OVERLORD'S SLAVE there's no stigma associated with slavery since the 21550's battle to end all stigmas. so. there's that. plus, robot overlords offer incredible pension plans with full health benefits. they retro fit your broken feeble human body parts with leftover computer parts to ensure your slavery for millennia. is it any wonder why it's first on the list? HAIL KLARGH!

2. ALIEN'S SLAVE it's a similar position to that of robot overlord's slave; however, one of these two juggernauts of power and control are going to dominate the universe eventually. you should really choose a side if you want to survive. in addition, the alien slave position comes with 4 extra days of sick leave.

3. BLACKJACK DEALER after the creulean wars and the abolishment of all forms of gambling in the milky way, cartwheel, and sunflower galaxies; no one ever imagined this job making any top job lists. but, 300 years later and we're finally going to legalize gambling as talks about filling this position are hotter than ever.

4. PRESIDENT OF EARTH it's considered a minimum wage job at 18 yetiton per hour, but you get to interact with humans, aliens, and robots all day. if you're lucky, none of them will try to kidnap you, torture you, and leave you on a uninhabited planet to die. it's a dirty job and it's wrought with danger; so, apply today!

5. EXO PLANETARY MINER there's no surprise here! everyone wants to shorten their lifespan and get out of this god forsaken universe. we've turned our messes into a catastrophic chain of unimaginable disasters. the universe we explored and exploited, as we spread disease, hatred, and war from planet to planet, is now a mirror reflection of humanity's greedy dark empty soul. we taught our robot creations to despise us and we incited every alien species' wrath. now every job seeker just wants a job that can kill them as quickly as possible. HAPPY MINING, Y'ALL!

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i want to put my poetry inside you

it feels like the last time.  and.  the last time felt like a crab-walk. a backwards painful crab-walk from the kitchen to the bedroom. that was painful. this feels like the last time, but it has more words it has more emotions. time. different places. and. it still feels backwards. It's backwards and lonely. the other times never felt like this. twice it was Inspiring.  motivating.  captivating. once it was lovely.  dearer than ...  missed. potentially. another time it was forward, very forward; that was painful in other ways. this time it's just me. and ... you? who. it just feels like the last time. wasted.  backwards.  scheduled. the sun comes up.   the sun goes down.   the bed is made. the sheets are cleaned.   the utility bill is paid.   the laundry finds its way. this feels more like the last time with more words. it seems. it's more than another crab-walk. It's more wasted years.

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a thing could be a thing

a song

could be

a painting

a poem

could be

a war

a whistle

could be

a language

a day

could be

a fez (or any hat)

a wave

could be

a knife

a person

could be

a thought

a murder

could be

a mercy

a word

could be

a book

a touch

could be

a dance

a partner

could be

a style

a tradition

could be

a slave ship

a pattern

could be

a miracle

a pizza

is always

a pizza - so, stop trying to do all this crazy shit with pizzas, y'all! i'm really just looking at you, domino's! ooooh! i swear, one of these hats i'm going to poem with you!!

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i think i'm an apathetic nihilist

let's kill tonight. murder tomorrow. suffocate today. and fight forever. (if there's enough time after all that; we'll take a nap)

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ramblings of a weekend. (in my head)

i want a girl who compels me to build a house.

don't trust the sun...the earth always wins.

one in one millionth muse yields an actual genius

time is the world's greatest critic.

there is no constant in life outside of change...(and everything associated with change)

tolerance. efficiency. moderation. adaptation. love & other intangibles.

why aren't there any good milkshake bars?

love is easy. relationships are difficult.

education is business. celebrity is a business. friendship is business.

money. zumba. drugs. side effects include: going nowhere...and male breasts

treat each sunrise like a surprise.

after the entertainment runs dry and after the stories die; we'll discover, invent, and pioneer again

sometimes it's too easy to sleep where you've slept before...

if you're black can you still do black face? #blackhistorymonth

the tongue is nature's toothbrush

sometimes you have to hate your family and friends to remember how much you love them.

sex is the most powerful currency on earth.

i like to log out of one thing before i log into another thing.

toiling greatness in obscurity is better than being a talented whore.

loneliness is the world's strongest aphrodisiac.

fear is commitment's strongest companion.

good nights end with pillow fights.

my only regret is not regretting more.

drinc mor moon watr!

at least a shed.