Sunday, September 4, 2011
Ren Hoek
"Oh cru-el fate, what is this heinous trick thou hast played upon me!?"
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
old dudes
so my old dude calls me up today
we hang out sometimes though we are no longer lovers
we love each other
we don't have sex
we aren't together
we talk occasionally
we sometimes play tennis or ride bikes
we've been trying to play the last week but our schedules don't work well
i tried calling him today because i was thinking about him
kept thinking about his glasses and his eyes
worked sort of late
got off work and felt the descent of the brain swell mind hell
life's depression forever lingering
one day it will stop-- hey kids, do you know when that is?
he calls me up after i eat dinner
cool to talk to him
he tells me all his successes about the job offers he's accepted and the multiple positions he is getting that he didn't think would work out but everything seems to be working well and he is hooked up and he was worrying about it for weeks and acting like he'd never get a job or have his dreams fulfilled. but now he's getting a raise and a great new position and another avenue is opening
he tells me about it tonight on the phone
i am glad to hear he got them, honestly, because i am also proud of him
but as i listen, i begin to feel inadequate myself; please see the brain swell hell already in place
towards the end of our conversation, that has now gone on for an hour of shared topics and him telling me his successes and relief for such a great day and the gratitude he felt for his life,
he states: oh and A, i wanted to talk to you about something. i don't think you've been a very good friend lately. it was awkward hanging out with you such and such a day. you seemed distant and different.
i couldn't recall a reason why, and i don't know if one existed other than we don't hang out that often any more and i had some things on my mind while playing tennis; who knows
now the cloud is suddenly darker and looms from months old
relationship sludge thickly coating my shoulders and feet
fuck this again; he's so good at the mind fuck, and innocently so
tactless
spent 2 years thrown about his innocent manipulation and diva like hijinks
and my own characteristics flailing
eventually we got off the phone
to plan another day to hang
i'd like to but wonder if i'll be more myself now that he's said weird shit, a good chance not
but i may be able to handle it; freedom
now i'll spend the next hours of wakefulness ignoring our conversation and all the words he said bouncing around my skull
i'll think about dying and the hell which is human awareness and love when collided with ego
i'll try to read a book or soothe my mind
or listen to music
or tend my plants
but inside i'll know it is all still there
all the love and understanding
all the mysterious unknowns
the awareness of the infinite expanse of all
and the feeling of the inability to share it entirely
and i'll hope to forget everything
the song
-Lahmadaj
we hang out sometimes though we are no longer lovers
we love each other
we don't have sex
we aren't together
we talk occasionally
we sometimes play tennis or ride bikes
we've been trying to play the last week but our schedules don't work well
i tried calling him today because i was thinking about him
kept thinking about his glasses and his eyes
worked sort of late
got off work and felt the descent of the brain swell mind hell
life's depression forever lingering
one day it will stop-- hey kids, do you know when that is?
he calls me up after i eat dinner
cool to talk to him
he tells me all his successes about the job offers he's accepted and the multiple positions he is getting that he didn't think would work out but everything seems to be working well and he is hooked up and he was worrying about it for weeks and acting like he'd never get a job or have his dreams fulfilled. but now he's getting a raise and a great new position and another avenue is opening
he tells me about it tonight on the phone
i am glad to hear he got them, honestly, because i am also proud of him
but as i listen, i begin to feel inadequate myself; please see the brain swell hell already in place
towards the end of our conversation, that has now gone on for an hour of shared topics and him telling me his successes and relief for such a great day and the gratitude he felt for his life,
he states: oh and A, i wanted to talk to you about something. i don't think you've been a very good friend lately. it was awkward hanging out with you such and such a day. you seemed distant and different.
i couldn't recall a reason why, and i don't know if one existed other than we don't hang out that often any more and i had some things on my mind while playing tennis; who knows
now the cloud is suddenly darker and looms from months old
relationship sludge thickly coating my shoulders and feet
fuck this again; he's so good at the mind fuck, and innocently so
tactless
spent 2 years thrown about his innocent manipulation and diva like hijinks
and my own characteristics flailing
eventually we got off the phone
to plan another day to hang
i'd like to but wonder if i'll be more myself now that he's said weird shit, a good chance not
but i may be able to handle it; freedom
now i'll spend the next hours of wakefulness ignoring our conversation and all the words he said bouncing around my skull
i'll think about dying and the hell which is human awareness and love when collided with ego
i'll try to read a book or soothe my mind
or listen to music
or tend my plants
but inside i'll know it is all still there
all the love and understanding
all the mysterious unknowns
the awareness of the infinite expanse of all
and the feeling of the inability to share it entirely
and i'll hope to forget everything
the song
-Lahmadaj
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
--
'I'm an American
not a bump in the road'
as a fellow rebel-slave of the giant monster
i think we may just be a bump in the road
the trick is to send them flying
or to not be on the road
-Lahmadaj
not a bump in the road'
as a fellow rebel-slave of the giant monster
i think we may just be a bump in the road
the trick is to send them flying
or to not be on the road
-Lahmadaj
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
..
America!
we'll constantly lie to ourselves and each other
America!
it's mine, i want it, you're my competition
America!
cold war yeah, hide your head, show me your teeth
don't forget to bitch about nothing
America!
hey that's what i'm doing.
-Lahmadaj
we'll constantly lie to ourselves and each other
America!
it's mine, i want it, you're my competition
America!
cold war yeah, hide your head, show me your teeth
don't forget to bitch about nothing
America!
hey that's what i'm doing.
-Lahmadaj
Friday, May 20, 2011
well
I guess since the rapture is delayed/non-existent
we'll all have to start taking responsibility for ourselves
oh wait, we can just make up something else to relinquish reality to the imaginary
-------------------
infinite wheel
won't you try stepping off
-Lahmadaj
we'll all have to start taking responsibility for ourselves
oh wait, we can just make up something else to relinquish reality to the imaginary
-------------------
infinite wheel
won't you try stepping off
-Lahmadaj
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Catch you later Harpo
Oprah
many celebrities showed up to say thanks/goodbye at her double, 2nd to last, episode.
all sorts of glitz showed to say gush gush to the rich woman
"Oprah Winfrey, because of you women everywhere have graduated to a new level of understanding of who we are, of what we are and, most of all, who we can be," Beyoncé said. Chicago AP
yeah except normal women. Beyonce, Madonna, enter fan of stars (paycheck anyone)
you're not horrible Oprah, but you are not realistic, you are grandeur of american wealth that all the midwest ladies pine for and keep miniature models of close to their hearts and clitorides
Oprah, if you see this, I could use a new car, or maybe a vacation to some exotic place like NYC or even Portland, or even a chance to 'make my dreams come true'
sometimes not sure if I'm cutthroat enough for the amassing of uselessness
thank the sun for music
thank my ears
will sing in my death
and escape the earth
also to remain
-Lahmadaj
many celebrities showed up to say thanks/goodbye at her double, 2nd to last, episode.
all sorts of glitz showed to say gush gush to the rich woman
"Oprah Winfrey, because of you women everywhere have graduated to a new level of understanding of who we are, of what we are and, most of all, who we can be," Beyoncé said. Chicago AP
yeah except normal women. Beyonce, Madonna, enter fan of stars (paycheck anyone)
you're not horrible Oprah, but you are not realistic, you are grandeur of american wealth that all the midwest ladies pine for and keep miniature models of close to their hearts and clitorides
Oprah, if you see this, I could use a new car, or maybe a vacation to some exotic place like NYC or even Portland, or even a chance to 'make my dreams come true'
sometimes not sure if I'm cutthroat enough for the amassing of uselessness
thank the sun for music
thank my ears
will sing in my death
and escape the earth
also to remain
-Lahmadaj
Flight Numbers 93 and 175
"Out of respect for those who lost their lives and those who will always remember our heroes, United Airlines must do what should have already been done — immediately and permanently retire these flight numbers," said Greg Davidowitch, president of the Association of Flight Attendants.
Wendy Morse, a United captain and an official with the Air Line Pilots Association unit representing United pilots, said "the thought of anyone among management at United Airlines to even consider reinstating these two sacred flight numbers — on the heels of Osama bin Laden's death — demonstrates a severe disconnect from right and wrong."
-AP
----------
I do not mean to disrespect anyone involved in the 9/11 flight disasters.
But seriously, 'sacred flight numbers'
they are numbers
they appear everywhere
this shouts 21st century insanity
aren't there more important things to worry about
like why the daughter of a flight victim is still being fed all the american lies and gender role associations she'll spend the rest of her life cherishing as a get into heaven for free pass, or spend a life time trying to cast off while seeking truth, all of which is a bit depressing.
maybe I'm insane
-Lahmadaj
Wendy Morse, a United captain and an official with the Air Line Pilots Association unit representing United pilots, said "the thought of anyone among management at United Airlines to even consider reinstating these two sacred flight numbers — on the heels of Osama bin Laden's death — demonstrates a severe disconnect from right and wrong."
-AP
----------
I do not mean to disrespect anyone involved in the 9/11 flight disasters.
But seriously, 'sacred flight numbers'
they are numbers
they appear everywhere
this shouts 21st century insanity
aren't there more important things to worry about
like why the daughter of a flight victim is still being fed all the american lies and gender role associations she'll spend the rest of her life cherishing as a get into heaven for free pass, or spend a life time trying to cast off while seeking truth, all of which is a bit depressing.
maybe I'm insane
-Lahmadaj
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
o my bike
what lovely reeling
take your time
watch his smiling face
turn turn
wheel we'll go
could do this forever
in the light of setting sun
the pace of legs
the crow
flash of teeth
one
-Lahmadaj
take your time
watch his smiling face
turn turn
wheel we'll go
could do this forever
in the light of setting sun
the pace of legs
the crow
flash of teeth
one
-Lahmadaj
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