Skip to main content

B is for Tone Deaf Crabs

cough cough cough cough cough...c
COUGH!

my chest is raw and when i breathe i can feel the metal in my back pushing against my internal body. internal body [sic]. i feel that needs resuscitation too. i'm not the same anymore. but then i should be glad. for same to me is normal and normal is blah so why would i want to be blah... BLAH! useless mindless thought!

cough cough COUGH!

God! i need a release. i need... a girlfriend.
maybe i should call my non existent girlfriend and say "hey, u wanna be my girlfriend. i promise my weak sense of morality won't get in the way this time. i promise i'll be sooooooo super honest. pretty...? please....?"

cough cough cough co- COUGH!

tone dead crabs runs impatiently across my mind. i got to pee. really, i should pee. but that implies getting up. why bother? soon i'll cough and cough and COUGH! oh look. problem solved.

clack! clack! clack!
tne deaf crabs clack off key. i should stop now. i still want to pee. i still want to know...
why do i hate blackbirds so? i literally see them flying into my head and i'm filled with paralytic fear. quite like when i see people.

"i see dead people." - actually i see muggings and robberies and crime and COUGH! corruption.
excuse me.

excuse me.
got to me.
pee on dem
dem tone deaf crabs, running impatiently on me.
jeez - i should get checked out. i want my teddy. and a pillow. and mucinex to kill this... this.. this...
AH CHOO! great... this is new.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

B in Future Traditions

THE COPY: I was sitting down listening to Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” and I began to think about future traditions. I thought… I want to sway with someone. Sway with my lover. To this music. More than that, I want that when we had an argument (and we’d have those because she’d be stubborn and I’d be pig headed (iChuckle)) we would never go to bed angry. We’d pop open a lover’s CD like this one and just sway. We may be as mad as hell but we would sway because we would never want to go to bed angry. And our children would know this. And they would never allow their partners to go to bed angry either because… well, because they would know better. They would sway. They would know it was better to sway. That’s the kind of man I want to be. Moreover, that’s the kind of tradition I’d like to pass on. Future Traditions. What's Yours?

B is for SideBar

i was going to talk about morality today. as in "whose morality do you subscribe to?" it was going to be deep if i say so myself. however, instead i will speak about requisitioning wombs . yes that's right... wombs . i was having a conversation with a girl who [i admit] i still go gaga over [cue the "paparazzi" audio clip]. we were talking about how stupid humanity had become and whether there was a point to saving them. "saving" in the sense of helping-them-expand-their-mental-space-just-a-smidgen-more kind of saving. she believed this exercise was futile and proclaimed that instead of trying to save this "dead-out" (my term not hers) generation, she was going to have kids. a means of passing on valuable information about culture and forward thinking and such. i laughed of course but she had a real point. i too have felt that this current landscape is all... dead-out, but never really saw procreation as a means of rebooting the system if...

B is for Disavowed [part of the lord series]

I remember when I disavowed (human) Troubling thing since of course I was (human) Thought of my mistakes and yes they were (human) Thought of my limits and without a doubt (human) … … I remembered when I disavowed (can’t) Wanted to draw but of course, well I (can’t) Thought about rapping but you know that I (can’t) Should’ve taken her to the room… (can’t) … … I remembered when I realized it was the same (Human) and (can’t), they were all in a frame One is an excuse The other keeps you tame Same song, same hymn, same refrain. .... ... ... I can’t be human. But can’t doesn’t exist. Which means I COULD be human  But why be… everyone? You can be “only human” if you want to But I’ll accept terrestrial or mortal – thank you. Until the word is reclaimed by those who claim to be more Yet flounder in the gene pool of mice. © tracy j hutchings 18:06:13 #lordoftheyounggods a lord must consecrate and dis...