Yuuko

don't do me any favors,
don't tell me i'm wrong,
don't poke your eyes with the cotton candy stick cuz i misspelled your mom's name on the wedding invitation,
don't indulge in serendipitous endeavors... they never end well...


Write a fairytale when you're sober enough to discern sunshine from a led,
Kill mosquitoes with resilience not with pages from my manuscript,
Tell your ex you really had something to learn from her,
Use symbiosis as a mean for a pseudo-flagellation.... I did it once with a chain-smoker and it was quite an experience...
Don't sulk around in the balcony cuz I happened to step on your glasses.... They were geeky anyway and I said: "Sorry"


Tangerines are sweet and cheap and we should buy loads of boxes be it doomsday or holiday,
Our first kiss might just be a ghost nowadays but hallowed be the lords of Kobol, cuz we're sure still made of flesh and icky stuff
And for as long as parts of our bodies, segments of our singularities, vibe through an unlikely synapse, that first electric buzz will be replayed over and over like a dysfunctional turntable stylus stuck in the runout groove of a record.
We've got more buttons and flaws that even if we caught a ride on an eon swirling around a comet about to commit a mind-blowing suicide in front of the sun, we wouldn't know what to do with them... And as a matter a fact, some of your buttons are really ugly...


don’t be compelled to set the record straight,
don’t ensnare the willow with buttercups or poppy seeds,
don’t let me flick my wand and turn you into mathematical symbols and off-key tunes,
don’t change the pattern of our wallpaper… I want you to appreciate the fact that I was so totally entitled to chatter and whine


Eat a rattle snake if shipwrecked in Namibia. I heard a dude say, it’s really rich in proteins and stuff but first things first, you must bury its head,
Throw your sadness to the river but afterwards take the river with you,
Distrust all strangers that suspiciously trespass our gingerbread lanes. This way we’ll always remain entrapped in a cocoon of psychedelic paranoia and Orwellian scenery…
Operate with the phonemes of soap bubbles in order to procure a glimpse of Nirvana. Who knows maybe doing that will help you remember the jolly, angsty days of our youth…. At the hourglass, where you’ve come to the end, when I’ve gotten that tree I was telling you about some time ago, that tree supposed to grow upside down in order for the branches to get entangled in my coffin and thus becoming a Christmas tree with the casket role-playing an ornament,
Don’t laugh at all this melodrama or I’ll twist those nerve endings that make you pop your knuckles at erratic times. Oh yes, I know all the quirks of that wannabe mechanical body.
Clouds are simple things and we should learn from them how to forget the seasons of musts and have to-s and do-s and never and always and solemnly promise. When the taste was dull and the words misspelled, when tears wouldn’t become us but compulsiveness, would. ‘Cause we were on the clock, ticked and tocked no matter what.


Our last meal might just be composed of burnt toast and margaritas but ultimately no one will care cuz everybody’s gonna be way too preoccupied with staring at tripods and bears, raccoons, vampires, zombies, kitten, robots and vhs tapes
And for as long as inconsistency and banana-flavoured yogurt are tossed together in a melting pot, for as long as captive bead rings, Helixes, Industrials and Rooks are combined with otherworldly manners of articulation and here I’m strictly referring to ejectives, implosives and clicks, we’ll know to make better mistakes tomorrow,
We’ve got less money now that when we were infants but right at this instant, WE exist and that’s like Sartre said: soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.


don’t stare at the tea kettle, it will not enlighten you in matters concerning the silver linings of a globular thunder~
don’t be compassionate with a lover, it will just feel like belittling him,
don’t…
I SAID DON’T.

Mysty

WOW ....... what a chest release..... got it all of your chest hmm? Same place I am..... but thing is I don't care anymore... I just want it over and done with because I just want

Have to say it was an interesting read though ...... Thanks for sharing.

Mysty

Index420

HAH...Jon likes this the attitude is great I think...made me laugh not sure if it was supposed to but it did none the less.. Gonna see about reading more of your stuff now..ta ta

Curtis Spider Lee

mikeham

wow! the solid and the metaphysical sketched out in one heavy duty achievement--and with humour of all kinds! and you do it with a bountiful supply of poetic imagination and insight, which is why I didn't take one look and click to something shorter; and thank you for you advice. Looking forward to more.