down with the red pen

I really hate using sentences, and real punctuation. It actually reminds me of high school. I hated high school. I was the consummate slacker. No really, I would take pride in doing the minimal amount of homework but would always ace the test. Most of my teachers hated me for that, and I am sure they secretly were thinking they were going to catch me cheating. I'm sure they all had daydreams about catching me in the act and marching me down to the Dean's office in shame. I never did cheat though. My English teacher, which i loathed, was the bane of my senior year. Required class, No style, No fun, basically everything that was anti-cool. Imagine my favorite subject being taught by an old, set in her ways, teacher on the brink of retirement. Yes it was not fun. I dropped out of college but not before taking a few English classes. That ingrained in me a love for reading poetry at least. It wasn't until a brutal break up and the inspiration of a friends blog back in 2000 something that I began to write my own blog. It has evolved into what it is today. There are no accidents here. I write it in the fashion I think it. In my head there are no sentences or punctuation marks! So because of that my blog is just one huge stream of thoughts strung together by the ellipse (...). So I just felt i should share that. Plus its the easy way out of posting something right about now. I have severe writers block.

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

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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