for some reason

Like Halloween! Ever since razor blades hid perfectly inside apples, everything is a risk. Kids dressed like Snow White or Batman don’t even stay up to watch their bed time pass, too fucked up on pre-wrapped candy. But what they don’t know is while they sleep off the high, their big sisters are most definitely still up. And that is when the heads turn. What everyone disregards, whether by choice or by chance, is the different kind of drug the neighbors start to hand out. And your drunk big sister wants so bad to forget the razor blades. it should be so obvious. the truth is, Snow White sleeps, paralyzed from an apple all too similar to the one your sister ate. an apple and a sacrifice. perpetuated by everyone, especially you. don't worry, she won't remember a thing. and prince charming got what he wanted. it's too bad she’s too wasted to see that the trick, not treat, isn’t the only thing that will slip tonight. No, no, his hand is getting antsy in his pants and bored of his own meat. he has been fantasizing about true love's first kiss for way too long. what i'm getting at is not unfamiliar to us. or it shouldn't be. all those fairy tales that were shoved down our throats, as if we wanted them, have become the stories on the news. the news that parents are scared to watch and hope to hide in order to hold on to the innocence they miss that now sits in the laps of their little snow whites and batmans. and they remain oblivious. but eveyrone else knows that the fun and games are over for them. take hitchhikers for example. or should i say DONT take hitchhikers. he'll kill you if you pick him up. remember life with honest hitchhikers? you might but i don't. i must have forgotten his honesty somewhere along the crowded streets with everyone else. its a tall tale the high up brothers didn't elect to include in their giant rule book. but those modern day self proclaimed apostles were tainted, i suppose rightfully so, by that one guy who was running away from something before he knew where it was he was going. and by his decision to consider the lonliness eminating from both his pores and the pores of the driver--who was hoping to connect at least the dots of the allegedly hopeful destination-seeker-- he thinks this might be something fun to toy with. two estranged strangers, lonely loners, hopeless hopers...in the middle of nowhere. wouldnt it be invigorating to watch him bleed? his DNA, his money, his car, his possessions--the ones he couldnt run away without--it's all ready to ooze out once the clammy flesh is torn enough to allow the life to stampede out. proof of his ideas of hope for people to be just people is just a lie that he hasnt seen through yet. only realizing last minute that all the new-aged folk are going to either kill or be killed. an epiphany. kill the oppurtunities of strangers before they discover and murder something in you they dont have. we are all klepto maniacs and we expect nothing less of everyone else. sharing used to rhyme with caring, now it's just a game of who is better at playing with your expectations.

reaction genome project

(just say it

say say say it)

i can't. (wait any longer. and i'll!...) please wipe your feet on the format as you come in.

(you're sick.)

heat me up like sugar and i'll crack the burn

shining

i can see myself from your eyes.

i look fat and old.

even though i (always) never cared.

i'm disgusted at the idea of you remembering and smiling about how i can make someone feel, even (especially) you.

flutter by, flatter me, pity it, patter us.

don't care, you can't make me watch. i'll hold my head sideways

and let my brain turn to soup inside

before i like the looks of

you opposite me.

you'll sip it right up

(and it'll be too late once you realize).

(you'll scream)

better run, better skip, better flip the fuck out

there is one way to win

but whoever thinks they got it

you're going to need

and you will have to be without.

it's all but

a lasting impression left stained on your eyes,

like a flash of a camera

stealing the last bit of your daylight, deep frying it like freedom

and stuffing it down the throats of

the ones who always believed you.

sorry to be the one to tell you, but i'm not so sorry.

i can't remember the exact geographic location but there is

a place i know

there's a place where you can

muster up the grapes to put an end to that bitter taste

(like a ninja in tennis shoes taking temporary tattoos to the press)

he's a gilded fake!

there's still a chance

(haha)

in a magic world.

it's begging for laughs

from the saddest folk left on this plasticplanet.

it's sicker than you the way

it steals their attention.

if you give up now, nothing will happen (crashed planes and wrecked ships).

it's not like we have a choice.

the times table multiplied exponentially and the chemicals went from bad to good.

(bottoms up, asshole) Cheers to yet another moment (wasted).

cloudy hair, you know who you are

distilling in your petri dish of plans is a seeing eye glass that you walk around town on a leash. your neighbors are skewed and they will never know how you see them but the same can be said about you. you just focus on the tenor of your dreams as you let it cramp your hand hoping it will tease the minds of the tricky people you surround your addictions with.

injected in your brain at birth was an abstract parasite telling you what to need. as you keep listening you disregard the disappointment you feel because, just like you confided in me, an explicit connection would require giving up what is too much for you.

fraught of white lies, your life has grown blacker. with the static momentum of your fine point pen as the idea of me issues in to your screensaver train of thought your mind floods itself with abrupt corners and never a dead end to let you stare long enough to judge it to a pulp.

as an attempt to disclaim the preceding--as always, a moment too late--i must add... these are bastard thoughts and you own half of them. from your self prescribed omniscient libido, you have been jaded by your own system. also, i think you're fun to play with because i can predict you.

the plan

you came over to
me and stayed


long enough to
say your best
choice of well thought out
words


and walked away
before you could
catch your
repercussions
streaming down
my face

Cantankerous

i saw a certain light today.
it was entrancing!
it was the kind of light
that made you forget about time
(beyond the distant past)
and holding your breath was the only thing
that forced you back awake.
it snuck into our existance,
like it was shining through from The Dark Tunnel
that leads us perplexed to meet up with our end.
the light where the age eeking out of everyone glows.
it was soft like sweet afternoon light that places allegedly innocent dust
on an unfinished chapter book.
when watching it fall reminds the eye of all the tiny unnamed organisms floating
in the deep blue soup of predators.
below the thick, decieving air
like a sunken ship on the ocean bed
is a pair of glasses
holding your book closed
too weak to aid you anymore

the light is dense with gravity and
the placid rays that once reflected
off my baby blonde curls
is now insinuating the
truth and proof
of age
and tainted blood
below the surface of my leathering skin.

majesticly then
it occurred to me
that it is the dead skin i shed
in order to aid my callases
that collects atop your literature
when you have since realized you were
no longer equipped
to read it. and
once again
i set
someone
back just enough to effect only
the one thing that effects everything else
(time)
but only
when it is on paper
does every move i make
portray a trend
to my accidental bad
influence.
otherwise, i sneak into lives
of the people who are set up never to
expect such a disease
as the one i contracted.

wise we may be from it
but weak i am
and weak i make you.
weak to the artificial
high that was only ever as deep
as the ground i dug away.
i just kept digging down
down
down only to discover it is
almost the same as the ground that i once knew,
only colder.
and darker.

it all makes sense now!
it was a trap i could have
easily avoided had i paid
attention in school.
the ground gets hotter,
yes,
molten, even.
but that warmth can only be reached
in depths intangible to me
or anyone of Earthly delight.

everyday is Earth day!
but no one should know how
cold it can get when you
have wandered too far.
and once the darkness has caught you,
even if only for a second,
prepare to be translucent
like the day you were born.

Surf's Up

i'm perched
i'm parched
i'm like the hills
over lust and cheap thrills
kids skip over me
they like me as their toy
and i suppose i like the weight they shift
it's a perpetual short term tuned to the music they dance to
but even if i'm around enough i only get as far as
airport security
as they try to share with me
a brand new adventure
but all that equipps me is discovered
when the security guards cut me open

in search of all my threatening or intimidating flaws

only to forbid my going any further

and just like your girlfriend said

it only takes a few moments and a replacement

to leave the memory of me

at bay with the ashes of all the other

born-aliens who died trying to speak earth.

and you wonder why your beach is polluted...

higher climates

you think i'm overreacting
i think youre overlooking
so here it is
and here we are
you say i'm good when it comes to ruining things for you,
but that is precisely why you were never surprised;
i never wanted to let you down.
again and again, i guess.
the pain is so distinct.
if i do as you ask
and i act
more like you say you would
if you were me
what would you do when the world got a little bit colder?
i believe you that it might be easier that way
on a personal level,
but what you seem to be disregarding
is the fact that you haven't packed enough layers
and i can't bear to see you freeze.
that's my job, remember?