There once was a man
with a gun in his hand
who thought, "My, what a cool guy am I?"
As his ego got bigger
his finger pulled the trigger
and blew all those thoughts to the sky.

Remembering the Information Super Highway!

This isn't a story or a poem. Just sharing some thoughts.

Lately I have been really excited. I remember when I was a kid, maybe six or seven years old, reading about the world wide web and how it "...will change the world!" I imagined myself talking to people from around the world. It brings to mind an old ride (Although it has been changed a bit, the same ride is still there.) at EPCOT Center which had a scene where an American boy was talking to a Japanese girl over the internet. They could see each other through video and they were typing in their own languages, with the text being translated on the other side. They called it the "Information Super Highway."

I have to stop myself from taking this computer stuff for granted. It is pretty easy to overlook how complex it all really is. Right now I am using a laptop that is more powerful than the IBM mainframe that my dad use to code when he was studying programing at MDCC in the late 70s. (He can't even turn on his iMac now.)

I'm writing about this because I can... I'm done writing for now. I guess I am leaving this incomplete.

Rap Song

I have witnessed the end of the world
The disproportion of mankind
Hatred is the new religion
All the great men have died
And as I say my prayers
I know what is right
This is the end (2X)
This is… Ha ha ha.
Don’t interrupt me when I’m getting’ funky fresh
Everybody knows I’m the new intellect
And I’m the bringer of death
I’m the war made flesh
I got flame for feet and guns for hands
I’ll put a bullet in your head and scorn the land
Oh shit, another bomb drops
Oh no, another building falls.
Another child disappears
Beneath the rubble of a society
In awe of it’s own ability
to destroy itself.

(Send out the word to drop leaflets telling everyone to stay in doors. More rubble is more shrapnel. This minimizes depletion of resources while maximizing casualties.)

God knows we tried, but God knows he didn’t
Another crazy man saying, “The government did it!”
But who says they didn't?
And who knows who did it?

Too much to laugh
Too little to cry
There's blood in your veins
But you aint even alive
And you pity yourself
Because you don't exist
And there's a mirror in your room
But it don't reflect

Pass, pass, Ritalin.

The Great Against

I oppose the trees
and the ground that holds them
and my feet for walking upon it
and my hands for grappling the branches
of the trees
of the ground
of my feet
of my hands

I oppose you
simply because you exist.
And one day...
I will write the book that kills you.
I will put voices in your head.
I will wrap words around your neck.
And I will oppose my mind
for thinking the words that opposed you
and I will oppose my own opposition
and blow myself away.
And for an instant,
as the bullet begins to enter my brain,
I will oppose that as well.

There are Holes in The Haiku

there are holes in my
head they burn holes in it there
are holes in my head

Again and Again

With your hands extended forth you apologized... again and again. I wondered what part of you was so invested that your tears should soak like salt in these wounds that were once yours. I claim them again and again. I reject all knowledge. Rain begins to fall... I close my eyes and taste infinity. The clouds dismantle and the sun peeks. Without worry that I should go blind, I stare. Everything that I see is worth a life time. This time I shall let the light parade through me. This time I shall lay in shades of grace.

Fuck it.
Find porn.

lyke soooo deep

bull shit bull shit bull
shit bull shit bull shit bull shit
now just fucking die

Haiku-fail.

Remember, ladies:
There are infinite angles
From which to gaze upon my glorious member.

Biomechanical Recursion, or simply, The Macro.

[Command] initiate flare
...revealing a squad of women,
all clawing at androgynous red-walls.
Hoping to get a piece.

There is a terrible irony about all of this.
That their decay should be the effect of something so
...archaic. It was embarrassing; how she stayed.
And I? Its not that I didn't try.
I just wasn't enough of an asshole.

[Command] initiate flare
...revealing a squad of women,
all clawing at androgynous red-walls.

The Growth and Decay af a Self-Replicating Organic System

The ground beneath my feet is mist, and I am not sure how much longer it will hold me. Every new thought is a perpetual collapse in which I am reiterated into spirals. The spirals continue weaving, burgeoning, mutating into a dragon. I can feel the heat of it’s breath as it approaches the corner. I scurry… a new chamber must be constructed, but I can only produce these chambers half as fast as I used to. The dragon toys with me… heat-death is imminent.