was supposed to finish editing a music vid

yesterdday

i didnt

its hard to find inspiration for stuff like that

sometimes

i will most likely never work in the professional film

industry

despite my

formal education in the field

because i pretty much only like making art for me

or close friends who simply live to

live

careers are illusions to me

and i am fine sitting

here

on my floor

doing nothing at all

don/t worry, i/ll eventually finish the video

but i couldnt pass up a wan sort on a cinema screen

and marijuana with new spirits over a glass

of hollis frampton

frames

mouth dry

arms cold fuck you

how are we still fighting for all this time:

i have been married to you for 13 fucking years

and NOW you wanta break it off

i dont want to even capitualize the feelings of these words

feels like a boxer

fucking hit me in the face or something

goddamn this poem is fucking awful

welcome to my trashcan of ideas

fucking waste of space

still playing with a trashbag, my spine curves and threatens to snap

glass again

i jump from tree to tree in donkey kong country 3 with the girl donkey kong

shes great

i am a man

i hate being a man

i love women

i love men

i love you

it/s rare i use the word:

“love”

in a poem

its a dirty cheap word

cheap cheap cheap

but hey

life is cheap

im a cheapnperson

i live cheaply

and write cheaply

cheap cheap cheap

he/s playing with an empty trash bag

in my kitchen

is the bag a her or her or hm or him

smoking a peace

pipe

“I dunno”

all i rember is the glass shattering

it is unedited, raw, fuck you, the pills can take me, i am writing words not

about myself

you may think so

as facebook tells me

by beeping at me that there are much things to read

all bad writers

facebook needs a real author

something flesh

and fireykjgkjv

a computer

dsb

bsdb

fd

bsbsfsbsbfbbfsbfsbfsbsdnkljbsdslhidb

so whats the plan

stan?

got 3 people tripin off shrooms

in my room

sell the shit

if you dare

i/m not from this planet yall

i seen demons and shit

burning flesh and shit on bones

its out there

go see

it smells bad

looks bad

feels bad

tastes bad

impossible to get drunk

kinda feels like youre underwater tryin to breathe but:

only oil comes inside

what month is it anyway

this is your sound man

i went to tatooine

then kashyyk

and i heard the wars

yeah this is a star wars poem

motherfucker

fuck

you

anyways

i need some mor choc milk ma

and when i do

i do it big

screaming sounds

in mah ear

i am on my grind shit now

looking for a place

to

go

to

sleep

of course when the shit starts beeping again

and trust me:

sounds just like r2b2

when i was a child i started doing troubling things

when i went to the mall

i would stop

on an escalator

so no one could get

up

i am doing other things too

like

adderall

ridlin

yeah i aint standing in water

enough times to cough my lung out when i am cutting muchrom fungus off my arm

you see:

it’s been growing there and when i am sitting

inside

of a sleeping bag

needing chocolate

the song

ends

and another one

starts