Thursday, June 9, 2011


It's hard to want to know people anymore. The effort it takes to become folded into their lives is exhausting. Just to be available to text message or answer the phone is too much to ask. It is like I am being hounded. There is a fictional foresight that projects itself and I'm alone at the end.
Almost like that day when it snowed and I was twelve and instead of going outside I said, "it's just going to melt anyway."
Through what I would like to think of as no fault of my own, I seem to have become the alternative to human being. But I'm a freak, not completely delusional.

Monday, June 6, 2011

To the man from a gold mining town.

"You chump."
Is what I guess I would say if I saw you again.
It'd be in some coffee shop or something and I'd just look into your face and maybe even spit and be like, "did you think I was an idiot?" and you might say, "yes." Well, that's fair enough. I was for a little while.
Do you know the reason I knew you had someone else?
(aside from all those emails you left up on the screen.
You uninspired bore.)
I knew because no one dumps me.
No one important, anyway.
Because I'm the shit.
No, I wouldn't talk to you, even if I did see you again.
This is easier, You cypher. You complete waste.
Now I nothing you.