late snares

a traveler speck in sandy horizon

i know that 7 X 69 = 483

acrobat's luck

Oh My G000dness

I think I left a part of my heart and a guitar with four songs on it
long gone back in the land of the proverbial rising sun
I never saw a sunset once
while I was working my ass off
for chump change and increased heart rate
in exchange for something so intangible and left undone
and the spark that never seemed to come.

and ohhhhhh, was it worth it
to leave everything behind
or was it just a waste of time?
and ohhhhhh, I know it was worth it
to leave everything behind
just to cross a different line.

I think I gotta set up a date with a psych to get my head shrunk
I’m jogging towards 30, with no end in sight
a self-centered fucking ass hole
I’m glad I keep my mouth shut, that should be my last goal.
I think it’s time to practice what I preach,
I’m standing on the high horse and feeling like a G
but what have I done for ya’ll to really look at me?
but what have I done for ya’ll to really google me?

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I think i left a part of my heart

awol moon

I saw a red sun setting on mars three hundred years in the future, huge and textured like an awol moon, and it made the world worth coming to, in spite of the six month shuttle time jet lag
if you ever go to mars, please keep in mind that the days are nearly 40 minutes longer, but you know what that means: 20 minutes longer to catch your zs or beauty sleep, 20 minutes more to jettison brain cells via screen scrolling on facebook and stalking all the pretty girls you're too chickenshit to holler at face to face when you up in the place my homie.
 I asked my wife if she got me a watch or shoes for my birthday. She said, "what would you say if I said I didn't get you neither."
I responded "i'd say you've mastered the use of double negatives."

so back to the talk of interplanetary travel, would you ever leave your comfortable existence to experience something that presumably no other human being has experienced before? is it worth it? could you work it?  if some fucked up shit happened on the shuttle, would you know how to fix a motherfucking circuit? as for me, honestly, hell yeah man, what you think? I always dreamed of this shit, 6 years old, star trek the next generation never got old, and I'm a human being, hella curious and shit. 

My friend’s got me thinking about friendship,
and how I didn't even consider him a friend until it was finally time for him to leave.
He pushed the nostalgic idea into my mind as though the ghost of his absence were enacting newton’s third law.


awol moon

7am on a Wednesday morning and I'm running through mountain view cemetery over the bones of people I'll never know, their names engraved on a stone. vaguely menacing against an overcast early May sky. What it's like to die doesn't really concern me these days as much as what it's like to be dead. Does the sense of claustrophobia get to a ghost in concrete edifices reaking of european history and subtle impressions of Shakespeare's imagery?

There's almost no time in the minutes before work to take in all the sculpture and subtlety of the cemetery. So I peruse with the precious minutes before boarding a carpool and soak in the melancholy morning before running down the hill and back home, eat a bowl of fruit cuz I’m a healthy motherfucker, wear a tie to work so I can show up all you suckazzz.

and I’m all up in this game like yo mom up in yo bizness


petertakeshi