I dreamt I was a cyborg built by the military to kill. But I didn't want to kill so much anymore and I took off my machine parts and died.

I dreamt I was a samurai and had to bury my lords head in a bamboo forest and I had to cut the bamboo with every step, but then their hearts began to be made of iron and it notched my blade, and the deeper I went into the forest the more I had to cut, and then finally I laid down because I had an arrow in my stomach and I became a grove of bamboo with iron in my center.

I read this in a book in a dream I thought it was clever...but it really isn't

"Our Apocalypse won't be caused by nuclear arms or outer space comets, or pollution or extinction or any of the thousands of daggers we have placed over our heads. Our apocalypse will be caused by overpopulation, but we won't run out of resources or food or water or minerals or glass or steel. No, the clever little trap that God lay before us was free will, which makes us unique. But when the world is full of every choice, and everyone else has made all the choices laid out before you, why should you choose? What do you choose? How can you choose? We our bound to our free will and in its denial we will surely perish from the earth. We can only survive by looking beyond choice, to the next freedom."

-Hakim  Manzceti

A tower of thundering phrases
collection bins and bottle caps

Twisted hunks of screeching metal
Frozen and rusting on the sun bleached plain

Dirt bleached white, like snow
A great scar on the earth.

This is what I am becoming.
To the thousand huddled masses.

I'll tell a thousand lies and words,
careful and true sound and solid,
but always full of this decay.

We're all full of this decay.

Cruel so cruel.
When I die I want to yell.

I want to die yelling.
Screaming.

But isn't that the way we all should go?
Fucking and dying and ripping at each other.

I want to die screaming at my life.
But isn't that the way we all should go?

Apathetic At Three AM

Oh we're all so meaningless,
And so very very fragile.

I wish my lungs drew lead,
Instead of breath and then,

Maybe once in a great great while

I would feel accomplished and whole,

Instead of weak and weary,
And sick and domestic and tired
And smelling of petroleum and oil slicks

I am a baby seal. Gentle on the shore.
I am a tortoise shell on the ocean floor.

I am old and used and empty now.
But who cares about my wrinkles and farts.


Because we all die alone.

Ha Ha
A happy star and a brightened saucer
Lay glued to the table
where I left them in a fit of unfaithfulness.

But alas alas I have abandoned my duty,
to these things I have yet to make.
I have abandoned my Noblesse Oblige.

This One's About Peanut Butter.

I can't even talk about this in public.
Even this is too public.

No one will ever read this,
But I just have to say it out loud,

I'm not in love with you anymore.
You can't control me, with your lies.

I'm my own man now,
And not even your sweet slightly,
Earthy scent can pull me back in.

Peanut Butter.