No attempt at self-betterment.
Only to sate the perpetual and
Increasingly prominent
Natural aches and pains of
Drifting Life.
Poor thing.
I really can't trouble myself with you
Though.
That would just be one slippery slope leading to another
Tar pit.
I do help you,
By staying my judgments
And sparing you grief.
Poor thing.

I received my acceptance letter from The University of Arizona.

Yo Beso Usted

My allegory, not yours! Ages of man and wars ie. Vietnam, WWI, WWII. Going to be awesome. Also I need to begin work on my script for "Iran Contra" which is going to be my movie that I'm going to write. Well, it's pretty much already been written. Creative genius.

I haven't been writing because I've had stuff to do and I need long periods of forced thought to write.

Stripped of self,
Nude and complete.
Scattered.
And absolved of all civility.
...

What if The Doors played at Woodstock?

The Mirrormaker

is blind.

Life doesn't stop with a death. People will laugh without you. Everyone will continue to work. To eat. To talk and to feel and to think. Bad things will continue to happen. People will still make mistakes, but maybe afterwards they'll remember you and feel ashamed. No death, no matter how righteous and virtuous, can end all wrongs. Why do I feel like they should? Why don't we feel remorse for a death if we did not know them? Why do I feel like we should? Love, without shared experience. Love inherently. Love without borders or expectations.I never said a word to you, but I love you. I feel like my life should yield for you. For anyone. I don't want to get sucked into a routine with you gone. I don't want to go with the flow because now there is an obstruction in the river. What if all of Humanity acknowledged the loss of every life. We wouldn't get a lot done. We would miss a lot of work. We would be interrupted, often. But WHO CARES!? A LIFE IS LOST AND I WILL NOT CONTINUE AS IF NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. Nobody should. I don't care about money, I don't care about production. I do care about you. You probably didn't know my name. I wish I could've enjoyed you.

Ridiculous: Prone to Ridicule