Trees, you stand strong through the deaths of whole generations of leaves Trees, you stand strong in summer’s roast and winter’s chill Trees, you flex buff, macho bark, and stand high and mighty as gods Trees, you grope stars and clouds, and tower over all Trees, you love birds; trees, you welcome nests, never charging them rent Trees, you let squirrels run amok across your bark You remain calm, cool, serene throughout winter’s wearisome frost You do not rage against the ice, the cold, the dark Trees, I long to feel your love and embrace of the universe Trees, I yearn to share your courage and peace Through the many trendy zeitgeists and eras of emptiness Through the deaths of generations of leaves
Talk to your doctor first, before you take the pills we’re trying to sell
Discontinue use if your kidneys twirl or explode
Talk to your doctor first, explore your options, then decide how you feel
Discontinue use if a whirlpool forms in your blood
Discontinue use if your bones begin to dissolve
Discontinue use if your lungs pop
Discontinue use if you find yourself in the grave
Discontinue use if your teeth droop
Talk to your doctor, but we’re hoping that survivors become live, healthy consumers
What if we fail to make this product shine? Its market-value will fall
How do you advertise a product when you legally must list each of its dangers?
Talk to your doctor first, before you take the pills we’re trying to sell
]]>Let the writer quietly ignore the reader
Let the writer’s heart unknowably throb
Let the reader offer to become a savior
Let the writer fail to truly describe
Let the reader say the text is “depressing” and “negative”
Let the reader fail to share the writer’s ache
Let the reader tell the writer to “simply be positive”
Let the reader tell the writer not to speak
Let the reader piss and crap on the writer’s tortured soul
Let the reader fail to follow the writer’s search
Let the reader fail to listen and hear the muse’s call
Let the reader call the writer a bitchy grouch
Let the writer give up on the reader’s bland mind
Let the writer give up on having an impact
Let the writer give up on a dead and cold world
Let the writer live life as small as an insect
Let the two go divided, separate ways
Bound by hectic schedules, and devoid of wonder
Both can live lost within the modern maze
Let the writer quietly ignore the reader
]]>World of dudes and honeys, help yourselves to whatever’s left of me now
Every step is heavy, and every keystroke is fluff
Now, an ache of disillusioned anguish within continues to grow
I believed Authority’s hugs were gentle and safe
World of dudes and honeys, if you only knew your impact on one innocent soul
Go away. Why are you even pretending to read this?
Go enjoy the system in the void; return to places like church, school, and the mall
Go enjoy all the commodities money can purchase
Somewhere, off in some distance verging on the fringe of the wedge’s thin edge
That’s where you’d find me, if you paused and cared long enough to look
Once or twice, a few strangers listen to my silence across a burnt bridge
Nobody notices my gnashed, abused tooth-enamel crack
Go enjoy witnessing the same routines and patterns forever
Go enjoy whatever daily life has become, all that we know
Life is one voluntary-motor-function after another
World of dudes and honeys, help yourselves to whatever’s left of me now
]]>Service Providers are free to take back the services we fail to afford
Service Providers are free to charge the fees that they charge
Shareholders only invest in big, tough conglomerates that profit from greed
Service Providers can keep themselves attractive and large
Leave our apartment as dark and bare as the Paleolithic Era`s caves
Finally, at long last, I no longer care
Cyberspace isn`t a right for poverty-cases; ìt`s not like food or clothes
Privileges are not promised, not always there
This has been waiting to happen so long, I shouldn`t be as dumbly surprised
How we`ve had access at all is quite unlikely and strange
Service Providers are free to take back the services we fail to afford
Service Providers are free to charge the fees that they charge
]]>Inside a public bathroom cubicle, just above the empty toilet-paper-dispenser, the grafitti reads as follows:
"LET'S USE OUR IMAGINASHUMS AND PWETEND THAT THERE IS TOILET PAPER HERE JUST BECUZ PWETEND IS FUN"
The sign floating in the toilet-bowl reads as follows:
"OUT OF ORDER"
The sign half-stuffed into the tampon-disposal-unit reads as follows:
"We at Merco take to heart every aspect of your experience as a valued customer in our store. If you find the maintenance of our public washroom facilities to be anything less than satisfactory, please notify any of our staff immediately. Thank you for shopping at Merco, and have a nice day."
The sign sticking out of the trash-cylinder reads as follows:
"AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY"
]]>1) Kill and flay the Nemean lion
2) Destroy the Lernaean hydra
3) Capture the Arcadian stag
4) Capture the boar of Erymanthus
5) Clean the stables of King Augeas
6) Kill the carnivorous birds near lake Stymphalis
7) Capture the bull that is ravaging Crete
8) Capture the man-eating mares of Diomedes of Thrace
9) Steal the girdle of Hippolyte, Queen of the Amazon
10) Capture the carnivorous oxen of Geryon the Three-Bodied Monster
11) Take golden apples from Hesperides' garden
12) Capture and housebreak Cerberus the Three-Headed Guard-Dog of Hades
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I am the fingers that love your muscles
I am the palms that adore your skin
I am the hands that bestow caresses
I am your arms when your strength is gone
You are my comfort and joy in struggle
Healing and warmth when the world is cruel
We are renewed when we hug and snuggle
We are the halves of a perfect whole
]]>Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
After years of blame and pressure
After years of self-denial
Anger cracks my tooth-enamel
Call this posted text “depressing”
Why the fxxk are YOU complaining?
Every day, the world is colder
Every person’s just a soldier
Now, I fear I can’t recover
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
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