it's just me

maybe its just me but i really get tired of some on my friends complaining about the same shit ... most times i am that guy to lend a sympathetic ear or shoulder to cry on ... there are few times where i am even asked to give advice which i rarely do ... but since i am ALWAYS right, i try to help my close peeps out when they ask ... i just wish at those times i would just email myself the day i give my words of wisdom ... paying close attention to details ... i would list the situation and advice given ... i would also make sure to include my predicted outcome if my advice was not followed ... then send it to myself ... that way when the shit hits the fan and someone comes grovelling back to me talking about how they didn't follow the advice, i would just tell them to save it and send them the email with the date and the label as I TOLD YOU SO!!! hahaha!!!! i wish that sometimes really i do ... but i would never trample on a friend like that ... still ... i should do the email thing anyway so that i would have written proof to myself at least that i am ALWAYS right ...

social networking site lurkers

i reworked a poem i recently posted ... this is the newer version ... i kinda like it a little better ... hope you don't mind

social networking site lurkers

my pages show up like

words projected to the

back wall of my

brain all upside down and

backwards

you see what i let you ... see

you know what i let you ... know

and still you think you know more

little hobgoblins

lurking in the shadows

under crumbling glass houses

shaped like 1's and zero's

raining down shards like

crumbs from pan de dulce

shallow gawking velociraptors

deboning me like

a Costco rotisserie chicken with

greasy knuckles ripping

flesh from bones that

kitchen shears crack

open marrow spilling out

intermingling with

congealed fat tossing into

green organic compost bins

discarding me in a

millisecond but

you could never know

me at a glance

so why do you even

try

thoughts

... when i was young i used to keep m&ms in my mouth till all the color was gone and they turned to some kind of grayish hue ... now i just chew on them ...

social networking lurkers

velociraptors

deboning me like

a Costco rotisserie chicken with

greasy knuckles ripping

flesh from bones that

kitchen shears crack

open marrow spilling out

intermingling with

congealed fat tossing into

green organic compost bins

discarding me in a

millisecond but

you could never know

me at a glance

so why do you try