Meditation is prayer stripped of desire.Nature is Yellow on White.Sometimes I look outside, and it's so beautiful, it's terrifying.To travel is to go where the wind takes you.Orange is the thirstiest fruit.A tattoo is the shallowest way to say "I am deep." As is poetry.Husband and wife is a habit.We are, most of us anyway, … Continue reading Meditations
6:30 AM."What happened to all the girls you were dating? Did you cheat all of them?"That's the surprise quiz I woke up to when I found myself back home the time a Bat shut down the world. Apocalypse notwithstanding, it's when I realized none of this shit was usual. You know how when you hear … Continue reading Should we get a peacock?
Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. Do this.Don't do that. End of tour.Exit through the giftshop.
Disciple: Describe God.Master: Describe the fragrance of a rose.Rose,If tenderness were a scent, this is what it would smell like.If separation were a scent, this is what it would smell like, plucked and five days later.Rose,If grace were a scent, this is what it would smell like.If innocence were a scent.The rose smells like a … Continue reading The fragrance of a rose
Should we get the formalities out first? How are you? Everyone at home okay? That's kinda it, right? One more? Have you eaten? Shall we move on to less shallow, um, matters now? How old are you? What are you reading? Are you afraid of imaginary people? Do you believe in God? Are you desperate? Does … Continue reading Bro, what happened?
A man woke up one day and found he had become a millionaire. No questions alright. Just go with the fuckin story. So: yeah: he woke up and in his bank, in manifest, a million dollars. Here's why this is a big deal. Here's why I am telling you this story. Just the previous night, … Continue reading Million-dollar idea
It constantly feels like someone is looking at me. (Bah) It feels like I am being followed, by me. (Example of "being" sinking a sentence) I believe in ghosts because I believe in myself. (WTF?) I am doing secondary research on my life. (Solipsism okay, abstraction exaggerated) I have been radio activated by the Hawthorne … Continue reading Writing, conceptually
Yo mama so fatYou are so fat, thank goodness you are tall.People with a double chin shouldn't feel shy.Do you know what the fat guy does to wake up in 30 minutes? He orders a Pizza.What do you call a cute baby? Cutie. What do you call a fat baby? Cutie pie. She told me … Continue reading Jokes – 2
A haiku is a poetic form of 17 syllables arranged in three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Bullshit What the litshit sortis a haiku? Bitchplease nowwhat's a syllable?Something 'bout vowelsWhat am I, Shakespeare's bitch?I ain't counting sound.Introducing *cough*online syllable counteraeiou, dickheads.Extraversion Social life: Is thatthe one where you live in hopeof shagging strangers? … Continue reading This sentence has seventeen syllables. Nope. Now? Nope. Now? Nope. Snake. Now?
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