my mind is full of
things that need to be sorted
out as time goes on

remembering now
in the mirror, by the sink
regret is a bitch

Your hands slide down my
shoulders, making my body
fully receptive.

Heretic dildos
Cannibalizing congress
Condoms required

Aqualung, my friend,
is about a cool hobo
trying to make it

I love little girls.
Babysitting is such fun!
Still, glad they're not mine.

My New BMDub
Bad gas mileage, but who cares?
Such a a deal I got!

Who gets that big bailout?
Billions for Wall Street losers
Let's all just split it ;)

Big thugs inspire fear
I cross the street avoiding
Oh no~here they come!

i borrow your name
because someone took mine, see?
was it you, or not?

forty empty seats
old man has to sit by me
ouch! move your elbow

bus runs a red light
i don't want to go to work
but please let me live!

thank you much to all
for your suggestions on the
anxiety problem

there is just no proof
that life is nothing but one
big joke on all of us.

sometimes you have to
laugh at things that are just too
hard to think about.

One two three four five
Six seven eight nine ten e-
leven twelve thirteen

Television is
Fat people's idea of
Life in the outdoors

what is haiku?
is it the sweet nectar
or brine.

Abortion ruins
multiple lives and isn't
something to laugh at.

HELP ME somebody
Check out the Harley 4 sale
Make me an offer-

if you say shut up
and die and they keep going
then what of thee, worm?

truth is those even
i, in bondage to pain could
even hear of the

pain of a child or
unknown other, so addicts
laugh, because they want

to die, for it f-ing
hurts, so if I feel bad, it
feels good to say no

one loves you, for they
themselves are blind by pain to
love, truth, and live dead

I wonder these who
write abortion and suicide
poems don't think

of the coathanger
or the weapon that could have
ended their being

but in the end self
is evil and would punish
other's evil "fun"

for we are sodom
we are gomorrah but no
judgement comes nigh

it's easy for me to
be mad when I feel stuck in
a rut and to be

honest, I'm afraid
to leave that rut because I
don't know how to leave

all emotions are
signals to do something and
some do bad things but...

some do good things with
these signals of anger or joy
an alarm, of sorts

when guitar hero
is a dad, will he teach his
kids how to rock out?

well, all I can say
is I disagree with some
but it's getting good...

well, we can tell who
the family men aren't here
so go raise a cow

scattered newspapers
on alluring park benches
make me envious

Asinine answer
It shines down on me from heaven
Maybe a taco?

deep introspection
antipathetic focus
poor resolution

My private heaven,
my little hell? I don't know
which. I know it well.

lost in my own world
where i could not find myself
looking for the exit

lost in the great sea
i seem to be drowning in
my own consciousness

This generalized
anxiety disorder
is manageable.

For anxiety,
try valerian, gaba,
or melatonin.

Kava kava is
also supposed to help, and
so is tryptophan.

heavy drinking is
starting to look like a good
solution for it

i had anxiety
very badly today. ick
made me want to die.

rick should go outside
and ask a girl out at the
dumb grocery store. geesh.

Baby belly laughs
Invoke fundamental joy
Lights up everyone

As meaningful as
I try to make other things,
music is a sound.

webkins are so cute
that's my daily excitement
my little one laughs

john mccain should know
the straight talk express
really smells like pee

priness jiggle butt
wants me to tell you something:
someone stole my spork!

'merkan chinese food
sucks so much. wish they'd stop it.
and try something else.

this conference call
makes having an abortion
seem like way more fun

5 pm deadline
lost in flurry of chatmails
never got work done

what is a bad Hai
Ku to you and or me, but
serendipitous

You love through the sounds
I love through understanding
We all find delight

Kurt Cobain was lame
Songs he wrote were all the same
Should have died before

Tank is full, thank you mate
One One Five we celebrate
Time to start anew

You balance pleasure
with the pain of attainment.
I live through the sounds.

I forget that I
even have fingers when I
lose myself that way.

Playing puts me in
a meditative state where
I become music.