Bad Guys And Shallow Lies

you're a weapon of mass destruction, thing is you don't belong to me. and you're not even mass yourself. not even a matter. you simply fortify even the smallest passing slights of myself , and for that you are trouble. you're faint and you're free, which is nothing like me. i'm roped and tied and couldn't imagine moving on. you're a miscellaneous additional extra and you've calloused me. then there's the sympathy that you've guided me to toss. i should have taken the first step away days ago, while i had a leg up. now i'm like you and can't move. your god damn feelings got contagious and now i'm like you.

but you're something of substance and i can't let go.

Taboo And Witchcraft

i have been let down and devastated by the good folks who write the daily horoscopes. what is this nonsense about finding love at work? aren't horoscopes supposed to be for the layman, the men and women seated at home on their comfy couch, watching their programs, holding a salted bagel in their left hand. and on that salted bagel is vegetable cream cheese. and in their right hand is a red felt-tip pen they're using to circle help wanted ads. aren't these writers aware of the current level of unemployment!?!?!? it really puts a bad taste in my mouth at the start of the day, just a reminder of my lack of credible work. good deeds may not go unnoticed, but they always go unpaid. they think just cause they're employed everyone else stupid is. way to jump to conclusions, or did they horoscopize that too? fuck 'em. i'm calling for a complete boycott of horoscopes.

and anyway for the poor fools who find themselves employed the writers shouldn't be filling their head with fairy tales of fiery romantic encounters at work.

New Years Resolution

every damn year i of course have an overwhelming supply of confidence brought on by the outlook of a fresh new year. instead of remaining calm i lunge past the realm of reality and establish a new years resolution that is nothing shy of impossible. most of the time it probably could have only been successful if accompanied by a genetic mutation. but this year i sharpened my senses and looked to find a tangable resolution, and not necessarily a vice. actually no, not a vice at all. vices are fun, i'd hate to resolve them away. plus, there are certainly more creative ways to better oneself in celebration of the new year.

after some in depth brainstorming i narrowed it down to my favorite choice.

and the winner was: improving upon my posture.