The Final Footnote

The high somatic and psychic demands of creativity make of it a pathogen. 

Use at your own peril.

Chronic Insomniac Habits

Chronic Insomniac Habits 

1. You don’t sleep. 

2. You don’t sleep. 

3. You don’t sleep. 

4. You begin to talk to yourself and yell abuse at inanimate objects while you are awake anyway. 

5. You wonder if you’d eaten that month. 

6. You see the shadows of cats out of the corners of their eyes. 

7. Sleep has become a forgotten concept much like the medicinal uses of mummy dust. 

8. You stop talking to yourself and begin holding complete Socratic dialogues instead.

9. You receive a Holy Vision that temporarily revitalises your brain. 

10. You go through the phone book for the wrong city calling possible meth dealers based on the numerological values of their names. 

11. Luck bites and you freakishly happen to score. 

12. Or, your luck sucks, you bite off your fingers and try to dry and smoke the bones.

13. You die of creeping gangrene, are buried but you still can’t sleep, so you begin a long conversation with Jimmy Hoffa, who can’t sleep either. 

So It Is

The years fly by, people die, 

Some day so will I

While hope is but one of 

The pies in the suffering sky.

Creative Writing

“Creative writing.” What the fuck does that even mean? You can argue about degrees if you like but, whether you’re writing a sonnet or a user’s manual for a lawnmower, without creativity the job ain’t getting done.

Free Will

What’s free will? Free will’s the ability to do things to your body & mind that can cause irreparable harm simply because you choose to for the fun of it.

Client

I do recall one who 

Was wrapped and strapped 

In leather boots 

But dissipated all her heat

In a look all too actress sweet

A few bills got her to the street 

To try again with her charms petite 

Random thought…

The odd thing is that death can become strangely attractive, if you stare at it long enough. Oh, not the dying part, the final result. How else do you explain funeral directors?

Images

Death is the perfection of a life 

Death is its final form 

After all of the changes 

After all the rearrangements 

Comes the silence of immobility 

The entrance to eternity 

Statement of Fact

My brain is an artwork. I’m just not responsible for it. 

That’s How It Is

Death is a dream but do not expect to understand it. 

If you already understand life then you are already half way dead.