all that glitters is not golden

we move on to think of lessons we have learned in life. We think of the times that people have told us what is right and what is wrong. We think of the times that we realized these people were wrong we know that from learning the lessons in life. everyday a new lesson is taught to us. We find a means to rid the world of all these truths we find to be so important to us. What is important to us. Its the days of the old and the days of the new combined into one great green pasture. we find ways to hurl ourselves forth into oblivion. We are toys of a new generation that speaks of times when the land before yore was just a place where the safe mind rested well with ease. We go back into time and find all the places we visited and time the times we wasted wondering what will go into our memories of times we had fun. Idle minds waste idle moments. We wish we moved into that place. we wished me spent time with our Friends. Makings sense is not worth it. Its not wise to believe that we can so evidently be a piece of someones heart and yet in moments we can end the pain and suffering and think of the past as the worst days of our lives. We mumble incoherent things and walk the walk of a man who has no shovel. It makes all the sense in the world to think that you will be a pleasant soldier in the journey of fame and rituals. It makes no sense to think in the past thought. It only makes you stronger to go forth and piece together the puzzle of life. It makes sense to think things trough. Actually you should make rash decisions and squander all your free time playing world of warcraft. I tell you my peeps. its time! Its time to make the world a better palace. Its time to get up and do the think you always wanted to do. Ha I'm kidding its not time. its the worse possible time. Everyone will tell you that and threat is the problem. We listen to everybody we listen to it all. I'm a man twice scorned and scorned i have many times. I look into the past and see pictures of trees and beauty. I look at the pictures and see that what i once thought was a happy time. I go forth and wander in amazement that the many things that i once thought would make Me happy do not anymore. I need a drug to get me into a reality. I need a sense of achievement that will make the pain go away. I speak like i have been hurt and emotionally scared. I need an outlet to channel my anger. I need I need?? what do i need. I wish i knew. I wish i had a damn idea.I wish.. and the ball rolls on. It passes you buy and you had no idea that is passed the events of your life which you held most dear. Don't wait for ti. Jump on it.
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I am thinking of yellow flowers coming from the root of a roosters mouth. I am thinking of a green keyboard spitting out words and matches and tigers and orchids. I am lost man thinking of times of great calamity. I think of my sweet tooth and my funny bone. I think of cruise ships driving by. I think of delirium and sadness. I thinking of falling down. A rogue wave hit my ship. It washed my bicycle off into the shore. I found it twelve days later attached to a skeleton of a owl. If i could only comprehend that savages of the toothless ferret. it was a game he tried to play with me. A game of foreshadowing and the past tense of a wild moment. I don't think you can figure out what he was thinking. I don't think you can even guess at what he told myself. and the others sitting at the dimly lit kitchen table. With a spoon and a spork in his hand. He tried to eat the leftovers which were sitting on the table prepared by his great-aunt. It was a way to make people Happy. It was a way to make mike finally think of the children he abandoned. I to am confused. I wish I knew what to do. I really don't and that bothers me. I don't know who to turn to and who to write to. I do know that if i do it will upset me. I'm confused and don't have a dollar to give to the man in the black hat. I feel the pain go through me, from my hair on my head to the fingers f my clenched fist. I need an outlet. I need me. Its all about something or someone that has had a terrible reason for turning in his black coat. It was a place where you felt safe. I give to you the reason for being.
Its almost safe to say that i don't have a clue. I type and type until my fingers hurt. I don't know if you get what I'm trying to say. I do know that its going to be a hard thought to swallow its going to be a time that you wish things were going to be ignored. I give you.. Nothing. you get it yourself. You don't need any one to tell you anything. You got it and you want it. Got it ?

a weird coincidence of epic proportions

a beleaguered fool once told me that life was a opinion of different rants and lessons brought by a man with a very small level of intelligence. I listened for a moment to this supposed wise man and humbly told him he was a fool. In return i received what i believe to this day was an extraordinary lesson. I won't mess with squirrels. Yes this may seem completely inane it may feel like i have totally lost the last little reasonable thought in my mind. Got you again i have no clue that is what the madness allows us to come up with. It lets us figure out what is wrong with our small yet uninteresting lives. It makes us feel for one moment that we have all fix on reality that we can do something we believe in. But this version got us a different tale. One of mistakes and a plethora of forgiveness. Why might you add such a deep thought to the fixations of a lunatic. It is the reason why i delve so deep into the unimaginable. Its the reason i sing lullabies to dogs. I can't figure why i should even type a sentence anymore. I figured out the reason for my grass being green. chocolate. it is written somewhere where a man once told me that if i did not come up with an ideas soon enough i would be strung up and dealt with accordingly. i did not wish this upon the man i did not wish this upon sam i am. It was sam that needed the fix. I figured it would be a notion of good intention a figure of speech that would allow me to figure what the man in the black hat was trying to tell me. I don't know why i torture you and me and Micheal with a form of poetry that is in no end a old diatribe of inconsequential gibberish. I told you i told you! you told me many times that i just can't figure what to do with this sneeze my pet hamster has. I don't know my friend what you want me to do. I will figure out a tune that will harmonize the common folk. I need bliss I cried. I need a form of outlet to make me mind scream free. I hate my spoon said the fork. I don't know what is getting into me. The old man cried to me and said that he is going to erase the noodle selection therapy words that were proclaimed by a small pathetic physic. I am over this mood over the right to sing over the right to have a good time. I don't need the right i need the reason he muttered under his breath. He was sick of the doing good and the doing bad. He needed a release that taught him to appreciate the decadence of a burden of white pillows fixing up to the small piece of skin attached to the mail order catalog of yellow helmets. It was a place that blue and white kids would play with bows and arrows. a place where starbucks and chilis served the same entrees. It was a sorely missed place where in a little while you would realize the mistakes of your past and find out the strength to change was in a life saver candy that you bought your first girlfriend who you swore would be your wife. I hate life said the pickle it was a joke that salt told pepper and ham told relish. It was a never ending cycle of biblical proportions. Boy was he wrong. He was so wrong he was right! And that is the lesson of this post. You win no matter what you do be it right or wrong.

To the best friends a guy good have

The MAN in the Black Hat

to many new beginnings.. I know none.

ah the frenzy of vixens and trolls dancing the night away to the merriment of a broken sword lining the apple studded orchard of a foul smelling monkey. What is the plan you say. The plan to make you happy the plan to make you stay close to your goals and accomplishments. I pity the fool he has become. the man who he always craved to be the man who yearned for the the touch of another being. I laugh with contempt. I laugh with a piece of gold iron in my hand. A piece of metal that is worth nothing to the eyes of many. But in his eyes it means the world. This little piece reminds him of who he needs to be who he strives to be. It all is just an illusion in his world. It is nothing but a past pretense a forward script, a timeline into the unimaginable. Why should he invest so dearly into a piece of paper that means so much to only him. It turned from a point in a story to a story with no point. A man walked across the street and saw a marble in the gutter. He stepped right over it and kept walking till he found a piece of glass. You ask why and I ask who did what. Its a lonely world out there. Its a time for reflection and a time of questions. You may think he has the answer but in reality he is the answer. There are too many ways that one can find themselves lost. Its easier to find oneself than it is to lose oneself. To many sayings of illicit feelings. To many nights of not caring. I care? maybe i do maybe i don't It doesn't really matter. I walk tall against a shadow of grass i seek what I cannot find. I find what i don't seek. Its a riddle that needs no solving. A book that is best left unread. Its a story with no ending. Its a teaching that should not be taught. We walk in circles and laugh out loud in volumes. I curse you. I curse me. I curse the happy trees and the forests and the little bugs that are happy. I drew a picture. It sucked. I burned it. Life goes on. I practice the preachings of many things . I point and I stare and I don't wear underwear. Got me in a trance. Got a piece of bread to feed a rat. Save me. I need saving. I need to save myself the agony of destruction. I heart the heart of hearts. I don't make sense. I like the fact I don't make sense. Read into the questions all you want. Read into the language you cannot understand. Its a timeline of many past and present novels. Its a question mark that questions nothing. It's a stupid piece of lint stuck in a crevice. I hate lint. I hate combs. Well actually i can't. I live life to the fullest and make a daily spectacle of myself. I am the token. I am the kettle. you think you can feel this feeling. Its the worst feeling in the world. Come lets close our eyes and envision a space ship flying to the moon. Why you might ask. See you failed already. Live it love it breathe it. Life. I digress