Drench your hands with honey
and look up at the sky because I'm thinking of smiling
not too much, not too much
I can hear the crickets and see the fireflies
I can feel her embrace
I can smell her perfume and taste her lips
It's all okay though, I'm finally done too
The setting sun rests its head on the mountains and I can see it drifting to sleep
His mother watching from afar
Whispering her pride
And the bees just keep on stinging, dying one by one
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Insanity of a Focused Life
I'm sitting in my black leather chair at my glass desk. Typing. Just typing. Music is playing. These are songs. These songs are definitely playing. I know that because I can hear them. Let's sing along, shall we? These songs aren't good enough to sing along to. I will anyway though...but now I'm bored, so next subject.
My mind wanders. It wanders like a homeless man. Homeless men wander because they have no home to wander back to. If they did, then they wouldn't be homeless, and if they're still wandering, despite their non-homelessness, then they're just crazy. Plus they probably eventually will be homeless if he or she doesn't continue making those mortgage payments or at least giving money to the utility companies. At the same time, if he's never there, I'm sure he most likely doesn't need those utilities to continue providing service. I don't know. I'm bored next subject.
Music is still playing. A new song. I'm tired of music. Music is actually a very popular thing nowadays. Before, you could say that you liked music, and that was an interest of yours. Now, it's not a matter of whether or not you like it, but what kind you prefer. The tiredness is fading, but my boredom isn't. Next subject.
I don't have some kind of disorder or anything, I suppose I'm just eccentric, or at least that's what people say. I'm one of them. People. Person. Individual. Individual is me. I am the one that is a one. Not a two, three, or myriad, just a one. How many of me are out there? Legitimate question. Just one, or at least that is what I have been led to believe. Should I believe it though? I mean, is it crazy to wonder about that? Is it crazy to question your individuality and uniqueness? When I mention uniqueness, I'm not talking style, but actual uniqueness, as in, clone style. I never saw Attack of the Clones. Just never piqued my interest. Next subject.
How quickly can I type? I don't know. Should I count the miles per hour that I type? Ha ha, that makes no sense. If it made sense then maybe I would consider it. I won't though, it is funny to consider it though. Perhaps the humor comes from the fact that considering it makes no sense, further, what would be considered doesn't make sense either, so I end up in a vat of ill-logic that spreads like AIDS in Africa. I'm sorry, did I just cross the line? Eek, next subject.
My feet are covered. What are they covered in? Is that a serious question? I mean, I'm right here. How can I really ask that like if I am actually wondering. I mean, it would make sense if I was sitting on the edge of a barrel with some strange glowing liquid inside that jumped onto my feet, but no, like I said before, I'm just sitting at my desk with music playing. Let me look down at my feet. Socks. I wear socks quite a bit. Is that normal? I'm sure it is. Next subject.
My mind is scattered. It goes all over the place at once. Most of the time, it leads me to hilarious antics and adventures. Oof, I need a girlfriend. My time is just wasted. Wasted like a college student at a house party. I'm not the biggest fan of parties...depending on the party. Next subject.
If I don't go to parties, then I find myself doing other things. Today? Nah, nothing. Slow day. Relaxing day. Did I relax? Eh. Not so much. I just wasted time; waited for tomorrow. All I did was sit in my black leather chair at my glass desk. Typed. Just typed. Music played. Ugh, next subject.
My mind wanders. It wanders like a homeless man. Homeless men wander because they have no home to wander back to. If they did, then they wouldn't be homeless, and if they're still wandering, despite their non-homelessness, then they're just crazy. Plus they probably eventually will be homeless if he or she doesn't continue making those mortgage payments or at least giving money to the utility companies. At the same time, if he's never there, I'm sure he most likely doesn't need those utilities to continue providing service. I don't know. I'm bored next subject.
Music is still playing. A new song. I'm tired of music. Music is actually a very popular thing nowadays. Before, you could say that you liked music, and that was an interest of yours. Now, it's not a matter of whether or not you like it, but what kind you prefer. The tiredness is fading, but my boredom isn't. Next subject.
I don't have some kind of disorder or anything, I suppose I'm just eccentric, or at least that's what people say. I'm one of them. People. Person. Individual. Individual is me. I am the one that is a one. Not a two, three, or myriad, just a one. How many of me are out there? Legitimate question. Just one, or at least that is what I have been led to believe. Should I believe it though? I mean, is it crazy to wonder about that? Is it crazy to question your individuality and uniqueness? When I mention uniqueness, I'm not talking style, but actual uniqueness, as in, clone style. I never saw Attack of the Clones. Just never piqued my interest. Next subject.
How quickly can I type? I don't know. Should I count the miles per hour that I type? Ha ha, that makes no sense. If it made sense then maybe I would consider it. I won't though, it is funny to consider it though. Perhaps the humor comes from the fact that considering it makes no sense, further, what would be considered doesn't make sense either, so I end up in a vat of ill-logic that spreads like AIDS in Africa. I'm sorry, did I just cross the line? Eek, next subject.
My feet are covered. What are they covered in? Is that a serious question? I mean, I'm right here. How can I really ask that like if I am actually wondering. I mean, it would make sense if I was sitting on the edge of a barrel with some strange glowing liquid inside that jumped onto my feet, but no, like I said before, I'm just sitting at my desk with music playing. Let me look down at my feet. Socks. I wear socks quite a bit. Is that normal? I'm sure it is. Next subject.
My mind is scattered. It goes all over the place at once. Most of the time, it leads me to hilarious antics and adventures. Oof, I need a girlfriend. My time is just wasted. Wasted like a college student at a house party. I'm not the biggest fan of parties...depending on the party. Next subject.
If I don't go to parties, then I find myself doing other things. Today? Nah, nothing. Slow day. Relaxing day. Did I relax? Eh. Not so much. I just wasted time; waited for tomorrow. All I did was sit in my black leather chair at my glass desk. Typed. Just typed. Music played. Ugh, next subject.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Rabbits
To the Rabbit Community:
I understand that I may have offended some of you who happened upon this blog. I know that you are not only real, but not even near-mythical status (despite several harrowing tales I have told young children in a failed effort to disprove your existence). I would like to offer an olive branch between your party and mine. I would never want to discredit the lovely rabbit community that is so desperate to multiply and reinforce the once-popular simile "...as cute as a bunny-rabbit..." (which does not even really make sense because, I mean, what is a bunny-rabbit?). As we all know, it was primarily young children who would make such idiotic mistakes in using the term "bunny-rabbit", however, I would like to place the blame upon parents who utilize this appellation when speaking to the aforementioned children about rabbits, particularly young rabbits. I will allow this terrible and uneducated (in my humble opinion) fusing of two differing nouns referring to a single being to continue as a part of our ceasefire and (hopefully) truce.
Anyway, please, take your "bunny-rabbit" vocabulary and my olive branch as a sign of peace between us. I would love to personally speak to your representative if you are sophisticated enough of a community to have one. I implore you to not take offense at this statement either. I am not suggesting that you are not sophisticated, merely making a reference to human science that has shown time and again that humans have more intellectual prowess, particularly for society and government, than do rabbits.
I duly take pleasure in seeing our long-time feud end, once and for all. May both of our communities sanguinely embrace one another as we now acknowledge each others' existence.
If you so choose to continue to rebel, I will destroy every last one of you...until you become endangered at which point, I'm sure several animal-rights' groups will intervene and prevent any further destruction...With your rate of reproduction though, I would expect you to jump (tee hee!) right off of that list in no time...at which point the destruction will resume!...etc.
Good luck to you in your decision-making process.
Sincerely,
SweatyBootsStink
I understand that I may have offended some of you who happened upon this blog. I know that you are not only real, but not even near-mythical status (despite several harrowing tales I have told young children in a failed effort to disprove your existence). I would like to offer an olive branch between your party and mine. I would never want to discredit the lovely rabbit community that is so desperate to multiply and reinforce the once-popular simile "...as cute as a bunny-rabbit..." (which does not even really make sense because, I mean, what is a bunny-rabbit?). As we all know, it was primarily young children who would make such idiotic mistakes in using the term "bunny-rabbit", however, I would like to place the blame upon parents who utilize this appellation when speaking to the aforementioned children about rabbits, particularly young rabbits. I will allow this terrible and uneducated (in my humble opinion) fusing of two differing nouns referring to a single being to continue as a part of our ceasefire and (hopefully) truce.
Anyway, please, take your "bunny-rabbit" vocabulary and my olive branch as a sign of peace between us. I would love to personally speak to your representative if you are sophisticated enough of a community to have one. I implore you to not take offense at this statement either. I am not suggesting that you are not sophisticated, merely making a reference to human science that has shown time and again that humans have more intellectual prowess, particularly for society and government, than do rabbits.
I duly take pleasure in seeing our long-time feud end, once and for all. May both of our communities sanguinely embrace one another as we now acknowledge each others' existence.
If you so choose to continue to rebel, I will destroy every last one of you...until you become endangered at which point, I'm sure several animal-rights' groups will intervene and prevent any further destruction...With your rate of reproduction though, I would expect you to jump (tee hee!) right off of that list in no time...at which point the destruction will resume!...etc.
Good luck to you in your decision-making process.
Sincerely,
SweatyBootsStink
Portable Fans and Electrical Tape
To all of my relentless fans who love not only me, but my incredible photography and useless photos:
My camera is dead so there will be a fantastic lack of pictures until I find some sort of Camera Tree, or maybe I'll just get a new camera the old-fashioned way: Build it from scratch. I suppose there's the other old-fashioned way which includes giving someone money and them giving me said camera, but I hear that way is becoming more and more obsolete. I'm not an old person and so I won't get into old-person habits of buying cameras from stores. I'll just keep on lookin' for that legendary Camera Tree...I know it's out there, despite its near-mythical status. It's like some sort of...I don't know...rabbit.
Good day to you.
Sincerely,
SweatyBootsStink
My camera is dead so there will be a fantastic lack of pictures until I find some sort of Camera Tree, or maybe I'll just get a new camera the old-fashioned way: Build it from scratch. I suppose there's the other old-fashioned way which includes giving someone money and them giving me said camera, but I hear that way is becoming more and more obsolete. I'm not an old person and so I won't get into old-person habits of buying cameras from stores. I'll just keep on lookin' for that legendary Camera Tree...I know it's out there, despite its near-mythical status. It's like some sort of...I don't know...rabbit.
Good day to you.
Sincerely,
SweatyBootsStink
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Divagation
Perhaps I have been unfair to you, loyal readers, in not fully explaining myself. Yes, yes I understand maybe you're angry. I understand you may be frustrated. I understand you may be undressed as well, and I most definitely urge you to please attain some clothes and place them onto your body in such a way that they are either A, back in place and as they were prior to your confusion and resultant undressing, or B, simply laid upon your body so that I do not have to sit here and think about staring at your rather disgusting nudity (well, you hotties can do whatever the heck you want, if you're hot, then you deserve privileges like these seeing as how you are a part of a higher social class).
Seeing as how this blog is not only written by a hottie, but caters exclusively to hotties, I suppose it is only fair to mention that all of you loyal readers have the aforementioned privilege of reading this "in the buff", or "nek'd" as some prefer to say. Regardless of what you are wearing, or not wearing in some cases (I'll keep my fingers crossed), I believe that we can all agree that I have digressed to a borderline unacceptable degree. Of course, many of you who are rather..."au courant"...would not understand whether or not I was on topic simply because I irresponsibly did not list any form of agenda or even give the slightest hint of the direction I was trying to steer in so as to make my point (if you are a loyal reader, you might not be expecting a point anyway, so there is a good chance this particular stream of logic, or at least the very existence of any form of logic in itself is already to be considered moot...). Before I taper off the plane of our current discursion, I should make this last statement about how anyone not reading this, is most likely not a hottie, so I would ask that you put your clothes back onto your body for wearing purposes. I think you are gross, whoever you are...and you have bad taste for not reading this...don't start though because you will totally screw up my statistics of having a 100% hottie readership.
I have not fully explained myself in regards to previous postings of mine that may have damaged some image of me that you may or may not have developed, and in the latter case, if you have not yet developed any sort of image of me that has been damaged, you may choose to develop one at this time so you can participate and not feel as left out as you currently are. Now, because I am sure that some of you readers who have yet to develop any images would love to take this time to do so (and yet, for some odd reason, find yourself still reading instead of actually stopping to perform the previously mentioned development, despite my giving you extra time), I feel it would only be appropriate to make sure that all of us who already have an idea of who I am--or at least seem to be--have something to do while we wait for everyone else to catch up.
In terms of something to do, how about we just sit quietly? I think that would be best, if we just wait while we wait. There are several benefits to this approach, one being that I do not have to think of something else to do. This helps keep my stress levels down. By having my stress levels at a minimum, you are assured to have a great, calm man to continue to idolize in your spare time. Furthermore, by sitting quietly, you now have spare time to continue to idolize me. I suppose that the greatest benefit, however, is simply that we won't disturb the others who are currently damaging an image that they have now (hopefully) developed.
Now that we are all on the same page, which we should be, if not, please move your eyes from the end of this sentence back to the first sentence at the very top of this article and continue from there. I would like to fix the damage that should have been caused by my previous postings by making an honest statement:
Please fix the damage of my image that may have arisen from previous postings.
This is a very honest statement in that, I am not lying when I ask you to do this for me, so please do it.
What damage?, you might find yourself asking. Well, if you don't know what kind of damage, then please move your eyes from the end of this sentence back to the first sentence at the very top of this article and continue from there. Now that you have reread the article and developed an image of me while successfully damaging it, or at least damaged an image of me in your spare time (which should have been used to idolize me), please fix it.
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Did we accomplish anything at all? I hope so. I always hope so...but probably not.
I am not currently wearing anything on my feet, but at the same time, I just woke up from a nap, and I'll most likely be heading back to sleep, so I will be putting my Dream Shoes back on, which, honestly, aren't even really shoes, just a metaphor for me returning to my deep slumber.
Goodnight everyone! I love you very very much!
Seeing as how this blog is not only written by a hottie, but caters exclusively to hotties, I suppose it is only fair to mention that all of you loyal readers have the aforementioned privilege of reading this "in the buff", or "nek'd" as some prefer to say. Regardless of what you are wearing, or not wearing in some cases (I'll keep my fingers crossed), I believe that we can all agree that I have digressed to a borderline unacceptable degree. Of course, many of you who are rather..."au courant"...would not understand whether or not I was on topic simply because I irresponsibly did not list any form of agenda or even give the slightest hint of the direction I was trying to steer in so as to make my point (if you are a loyal reader, you might not be expecting a point anyway, so there is a good chance this particular stream of logic, or at least the very existence of any form of logic in itself is already to be considered moot...). Before I taper off the plane of our current discursion, I should make this last statement about how anyone not reading this, is most likely not a hottie, so I would ask that you put your clothes back onto your body for wearing purposes. I think you are gross, whoever you are...and you have bad taste for not reading this...don't start though because you will totally screw up my statistics of having a 100% hottie readership.
I have not fully explained myself in regards to previous postings of mine that may have damaged some image of me that you may or may not have developed, and in the latter case, if you have not yet developed any sort of image of me that has been damaged, you may choose to develop one at this time so you can participate and not feel as left out as you currently are. Now, because I am sure that some of you readers who have yet to develop any images would love to take this time to do so (and yet, for some odd reason, find yourself still reading instead of actually stopping to perform the previously mentioned development, despite my giving you extra time), I feel it would only be appropriate to make sure that all of us who already have an idea of who I am--or at least seem to be--have something to do while we wait for everyone else to catch up.
In terms of something to do, how about we just sit quietly? I think that would be best, if we just wait while we wait. There are several benefits to this approach, one being that I do not have to think of something else to do. This helps keep my stress levels down. By having my stress levels at a minimum, you are assured to have a great, calm man to continue to idolize in your spare time. Furthermore, by sitting quietly, you now have spare time to continue to idolize me. I suppose that the greatest benefit, however, is simply that we won't disturb the others who are currently damaging an image that they have now (hopefully) developed.
Now that we are all on the same page, which we should be, if not, please move your eyes from the end of this sentence back to the first sentence at the very top of this article and continue from there. I would like to fix the damage that should have been caused by my previous postings by making an honest statement:
Please fix the damage of my image that may have arisen from previous postings.
This is a very honest statement in that, I am not lying when I ask you to do this for me, so please do it.
What damage?, you might find yourself asking. Well, if you don't know what kind of damage, then please move your eyes from the end of this sentence back to the first sentence at the very top of this article and continue from there. Now that you have reread the article and developed an image of me while successfully damaging it, or at least damaged an image of me in your spare time (which should have been used to idolize me), please fix it.
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Did we accomplish anything at all? I hope so. I always hope so...but probably not.
I am not currently wearing anything on my feet, but at the same time, I just woke up from a nap, and I'll most likely be heading back to sleep, so I will be putting my Dream Shoes back on, which, honestly, aren't even really shoes, just a metaphor for me returning to my deep slumber.
Goodnight everyone! I love you very very much!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
The Devil Promised God a Ferrari
The Devil himself could claw his way to the surface of the earth all the way from the darkest depths of Hell and I would definitely sympathize, I mean, it's a long enough drive from El Paso, Texas to Austin without my having to claw my way anywhere, but seriously? No. I'm sorry. I just cannot find it within myself to lend him a single dollar, I mean, the economy's bad enough as it is without it having to worry about Satan wreaking havoc with some ridiculous scheme of his. He's crazy, you know. An absolute lunatic he is. I doubt my ability to spend more than a few minutes in a room together with him............
I haven't spent more than a few minutes in a room together with nearly anyone recently though. I hate spending time with others...I hate it. I feel suffocated. Our egos can battle against one another all day like two rams butting heads. My head will ache. My joints will bleed. Tears will stream from my eyes, but I will continue to battle. I hate it...them. I absolutely hate it...them.
s t r e s s
"Hate" is a strong word. Stronger than many many...many...people believe it to be. Sticks and stones have got nothing, nothing I say, on hate...them. I'm not crazy, people are crazy. "Crazy" is such a strong word...hate. Do people say I am crazy?...but crazy is so strong. I'm not...not...crazy, no, I just have a watch; I keep time on my wrists...bleeding as they are.
p r e s s u r e
Some people say I have a nervous tick...tock, but that statement is completely unfounded. Those people don't even know me...me me me me me. Who are those people again?...who...like an owl at night...would know me?...who who who!!...heh heh...
God knocked on my door once...my door! He asked for some sugar for his tea. I let him know that I was tired of having to hand sugar out to every one of my neighbors and do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?? He took out a syringe and stabbed me with it! I was so lucky...so lucky! No one gets stabbed anymore...no one two three four five gets gets stabbed stabbed...
I SAID I do not have a nervous tick!...tock! Clocks clocks clocks clocks clocks...heh heh hehhhh...
I asked him, why do you stab...stabbbbbb...me like this? Do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?
He SAID the Devil himself could claw his way to the surface of the earth.
I haven't spent more than a few minutes in a room together with nearly anyone recently though. I hate spending time with others...I hate it. I feel suffocated. Our egos can battle against one another all day like two rams butting heads. My head will ache. My joints will bleed. Tears will stream from my eyes, but I will continue to battle. I hate it...them. I absolutely hate it...them.
s t r e s s
"Hate" is a strong word. Stronger than many many...many...people believe it to be. Sticks and stones have got nothing, nothing I say, on hate...them. I'm not crazy, people are crazy. "Crazy" is such a strong word...hate. Do people say I am crazy?...but crazy is so strong. I'm not...not...crazy, no, I just have a watch; I keep time on my wrists...bleeding as they are.
p r e s s u r e
Some people say I have a nervous tick...tock, but that statement is completely unfounded. Those people don't even know me...me me me me me. Who are those people again?...who...like an owl at night...would know me?...who who who!!...heh heh...
God knocked on my door once...my door! He asked for some sugar for his tea. I let him know that I was tired of having to hand sugar out to every one of my neighbors and do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?? He took out a syringe and stabbed me with it! I was so lucky...so lucky! No one gets stabbed anymore...no one two three four five gets gets stabbed stabbed...
I SAID I do not have a nervous tick!...tock! Clocks clocks clocks clocks clocks...heh heh hehhhh...
I asked him, why do you stab...stabbbbbb...me like this? Do you know what he did?...do you know what he said?
He SAID the Devil himself could claw his way to the surface of the earth.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Curiosity Killed My Cat
You know, sometimes I'll be writing something, and I will just have to stop and think, "What kind of market is there for nonsense?" I wonder these things because whatever kind of market there is, I seem to be catering directly to it. I guess I can only hope it even so much as exists.
The problem with nonsense is simply that it isn't entirely necessary at any given moment in a day according to certain individuals (please note that I am not one of these individuals). It is these individuals that suck the life right out of nonsense. They are brimming with efficiency and logic. In my own humble opinion, however, if one is filled so much with too much efficiency and logic, then purpose is lost. What is the purpose of nonsense, you ask?
Good question.
The problem with nonsense is simply that it isn't entirely necessary at any given moment in a day according to certain individuals (please note that I am not one of these individuals). It is these individuals that suck the life right out of nonsense. They are brimming with efficiency and logic. In my own humble opinion, however, if one is filled so much with too much efficiency and logic, then purpose is lost. What is the purpose of nonsense, you ask?
Good question.
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