I have been discovered

What does the man in the black hat do now? The word is out and people now more then ever know who he is. Will this change the dynamic of the writing. It was true feelings and emotions typed on a page. An outlet that was stealth as was the reputation of this egomaniac. It took no courage to write these things. If a chipmunk knew that squirel knew about his shit would he still try to move on his game. I don't think so. It doesn't make sense anymore the wizard told the warlock. It makes a five dollar bill so boring that even a canadian nickle could bring a wasted sense of urgency to the black market so Miss Smith can finally have that chocolate covered pickled herring from the store she frequents on Sunday afternoons. It makes no sense to divulge the secrets of the open toed one faced man. I laugh and cry all at the same time. You don't know that pickle will always be friends with coleslaw. It just happens. I move to make the man in the black hat a figure to be figured and a lion in a sheeps loin trying to hide from breakfast on a tuesday morning. I bid farewell to the worries and will continue on my freakish adventure of clicky clack on the keyboard. Hopefully somebody will be entertained. I for one am. Rest in Peace my friends...

Scorned

I title a new biography with a solemn vow to weed out the insecurity's of man and monkeys. I move into a abyss of toilet paper and nachos covered with avocado and cheese hoping that a little man will play a card and move past the masses threat envelop a freedom i can't express. I wonder why the people who deserve to die do and the people do don't. Its a rhyme that one has no answer for. A parallel life that has a cross street to oblivion with no timetable for a with drawl. It makes no sense says the pied piper of perfection. It makes a sting from a wasp gentle and subtle with a taste of thoughtfulness that is intersected by a whim of fancy from a gentlemen holding a cup of cherries basked in the light from a dim silhouetted moment. I cherish these moments. I hope you understand. This means nothing to me. It is a emotional roller coaster brought upon by the scourge of many paupers. I laugh with disgust. I'm morbidly timid of the child within me. I scream out loud. I'm done I say. I'm out.

We move on in an infinite fog unbeknownst to others of our impending collision into oblivion. We move through these times in a daze wondering what will become of these moments in our life that we thought were so important. We stressed over the bullshit and thought we wouldn't be able to move on to the next minute of our lives because this moment would not pass. This to shall pass. What a crock of shit. Of course it will pass of course. Even if you weren't here it would pass. We are a small dot on a scale so grand an massive that we don't comprehend the unimportance of our lives. Yet we move to a different tune and believe that what we do know effects the entire world. Its a great thought.
I whisper into a shadow of a white framed window with a ten sign pushing two cups of hot chocolate into a tree lined forest of green munchkins dancing on skittles with a horned toad tree frog skipping on tiles full of snot and chocolate covered escalades. A water truck moves with cherries and dull black shirts moving through a door while shouting donuts rule the world. Its a black car driving past a white van with a roof ladder tied to its hip with a candy cane mentality with a fat troll doll on a pencil singing tra la la. Its a badge of courage for one monkey swinging from a tree top to a roof top moving through the evolution period that was masked with mistakes of grandeur filled with yellow bananas to be passed out with pink bonnets of scotch in a beer can. she looks sullen as she moves through the door. No doubt that something was troubling her. A stark contrast with the cocky air that this gentlemen comes in right behind her with his sweater vest that he must believe is that reason he is the coolest person in the room. In reality he is a moron with a hell bent passion of finding muffin scraps in garbage cans so others cannot determine the reason he has no life whatsoever. Its easy to judge with a peanut wafer in your pocket. It brings a certain amount of prudence to hear that you Will be there reason for such a crazy vilified argument. Sit right here he is told. He listens dutifully while not understanding the reason for the command. I push a pencil towards him and hope that he will be able to understand why the command was told. I laugh with a pretentious amount of babble. This cannot be I screamed again to the man in the black hat. I told you I don't want to listen to this rhetoric. He blushed. I don't believe I have ever made him do this before. In some slight unimaginable way I think I did it. I move on to another segment of my life and realize the burden that falls upon me at this moment. I knew it. I realize my problem this entire time. I have to come to the realization that has been stopping me my entire life.. I smile a big smile. I'm not wrong. I'm not right. I just have an understanding for the reasons of my life. Its all subliminal. Its a mental handicap. A precaution that has been set up. Its a yellow tape blocking access. I finally know why. Its very enlightening. At this moment I conclude this chapter and move on.

a lonely black hat

Today as I peered down past my fancy black blazer and through the pinstripes of my longsleeve shirt I came to the realization that I will be forever alone. I sit there and think for a minute and realize that I cannot carry a conversation with a pigeon. I am morbidly afraid of shadows and I move in ways that can't be forgotten. I move with a weird feeling. I am okay with this. I am okay with the feeling that comes with it. I move towards other things. I will toil and labor and forget the feelings I have. I am done. I move towards quietness. I digress. I move on.

Simplicity beckons towards mediocrity and gets rejected again

I get to finish off where I started. I get to talk of pain and deliverance of and unbeknowst torment of simplicity and taciturn events that really spill the fruits of an undying devotion to a pristine melancholy sadness of and infinte kind. I wish upon a star to the likes and the wants of above. I hope that I was able to reach the many people I wanted to touch and have an effect on the life that I yearned for. I hope I can move in the shadows of the dead. I hope I can move to and ealry rising of the full moon sun. The man in the black hat sits and laughs at me and points to his wrist. The watch of life is in full bloom thinking I can have a moment of hapiness in the war torn average life of indiscretion and lonliness that I cannot fathom to be a life I would want with anyone else. Move to the stars and wish upon a kind starlet of forgiving being to think that you can have a say in what happens in life. I hope I could forget the lonely misery that awakens me. I hope I can push the sorrow away from the unfitting form of humanity that awakens me from my slumber. I laugh in the face of adversity hoping I can become one with the monkey. I laugh I cry. I bring a rose from its seed to its thorn. I move in to a position of assertion. thinkging that the effect of a meaninful and skillful life will make a change in the way that people treat me and the respect given to a clown on a mid summers day. I move to a different beat with a sum of fours divided by a multiplier of six. Its a way of moving between a rock and a hard place. Its moving through a camber of spirits and not being moved to an extent that will placate the few that need to be summoned upon a wing tipped prayer. You sing lada dada when they want you to hum dada lada. Its a precarious situation where one builds upon the low self esteem of others. Pushing toward a simple goal of making a friend in a world that doesn't belong to a simpleton. It works in mysterious ways I tell you. If for every penny I got a dollar the man in the black hat screams. I laugh at him this time as he saunters aways thinking that he makes sense. I move to another corner in the room and shoot a quick glance in the corner where he once stood and look up at the ceiling and dance a little jig to myself. I laugh as I think of a sick joke my cat told me. I think of life and how simple it once was. Simple is for suckers yells the man in the black hat as he falls on his face. I laugh and realize it is that simple.

Wicked brings about arrogance in small denomiantions

I bring a few points to my self to thing of arrogance lost. I walk these pathways of life hoping for a change of pace and a feather to really bring out the blue squirrels that danced with the acorns from the fruit of a missle tree. I think of a word that my friend screamed at me the other day. "Scort" he shouted violently. It wasn't directed toward me but I saw something within in him that day that freaked me out. I wandered helplessly wondering what I saw in him that made him act so crazy. Was I to blame for this selfish diabolical dream that moved toward me. I didn't know how to react. So with much bewilderment and trepidation I moved slowly towards him and patted him on the shoulder and when he turned around I surprised him with a violent jab to the face. He fell to the floor and started wailing like a little child. I knew then our friendship was over and I told him to get on with his life and not to be afraid of the man in the black hat. I think in my mind of those days and wonder what brought me to this predicament I am now in. I wondered where I went wrong and who did I wrong. I'm a clown in a red dress hoping that I will step into the light and realize that I have become the other one. I have become he who shall not be named. I again ask the Man in the Black hat what he thinks of me and my predicament and what should I do. He looks me straight in the eyes and tells me that my life sucks. I am now seething inside and have no outlet for my anger. I realize that his opinion is just a myriad of jaded jargon not even encompassing a iota of truth. That his opinion is based on a rambling rhetoric really meant for juvenile child implications with no reason of sanity. I move along slowly wondering what to do next with my time and wonder what secrets I have to pass along. I brush up against a tree and fall to the floor. I pick myself up and move in another direction. I am lost and have no bearing on the path or journey I am supposed to take. I move in an opposite direction and hope that I will have the man in the black hat to at least offer a hand in my time of need. I only see a single pair of footsteps through the trying times of my life. I know I walked it alone many times and I realize that the footsteps being made before me are of one pair of legs. I embrace this and move on with my head some what high and a inkling of self doubt that needs to be squashed. I move in a way that gets me going. I look at the brash young people to my left grinning from ear to ear and knowing that they too are in the same predicament as I once was before. I move with conviction and pass them without looking back. I move one foot forward and sit down with a glass in my right hand. I look in side and its empty. I don't know the meaning of this I gasp. The man in the black hat moves to my right and pours a glass of scotch for me. I accept this token of kindness but look carefully up at his face. Its dark and sinister and I don't know if I could trust him. I lick my lips and feel the saliva in my mouth building for the taste that has been building up for me since the bottle poured out the delish drink before me. I bring the glass to my nose and smell the sweet aroma of the beautiful twenty year aged aromatic liquid before me and dive into the flavors. At this point in time my mind wanders away from the cares of the world and the problems at hand. I sit down and forget the emotions and the pitfals. I don't care to feel anymore. The man in the black hat nods ever so carefully and departs mysteriously as I close my eyes and let the black envelop me. I'm done I say and to all a good night.

Ha ha fuck you life

There is a certain joy in being the loneliest guy in the world. It comes with the territory of not being loved and not caring to an extent of being loved. False bravado is displayed and a feeling of self worth is depreciated to an extent that one cannot fathom. I cannot describe this feeling of being alone in a world of uncertainty. I hate what I have become. I wish this upon no one. The feeling of sorrow and misery that envelopes me. I'm alone in this tin can with nothing but a wish that someone will crack open the lid of my unhappiness and release the child inside of me. I hate what I have become. I don't like the person I am. I wish a wish I cannot have. I dream a dream of cheating life and becoming something I am not. Life has looked at me and I have realized that I don't think much of it and I am better off traveling to a place that is dark and bitter. I hope that I can pass the time of my loneliness and stab it in the neck. I wish for a little and not ask for much. I hope that I can see a light that shines in a welcome way upon the loneliness of life. Help me to become the man I want to be. Not the pathetic lose r that I feel I am. I am miserable in my cocoon of self loathing with not an iota of feeling or a care really I have become what I resent the most. I don't want this life. I want joy and happiness not the sad pitiful life I wander through aimlessly include wishing was a leaf turned over finding fried bacon covered in pork rinds with a side of honey mustard. I don't regret slicing for a pickle two legs up with a side of corned beef ham. I relinquish all my debts to society with the proverbial fish sandwich baking in. A dish of sauerkraut brought on by a locust pool of veggies with a cornhole offering of a plane flying by with not a care in the world offering a delusion of grandeur that downtown spindles with the life of a monkey twice thrown into a fire belly beast with cream of tartar thrown into the mix. I hate what has become of me screamed the monkey to the goat. I can't stand the reason monkeys have become a tribal source of infinite wisdom to the sacred sorrow of multiple ions of universes divided among salsa loving cryptic bug wielding creatures. I laugh in disgust as my mother cries in a pain that people should not feel. I pity the fool that has to feel the sorrow in my voice. I digress into oblivion of a fool that believed that he made a difference in the life of the people around him. It was fine and dandy like a candy. Screw you. I laugh in your face while I spit in your eye. I win says the court jester. It's all a game while you sit on the curb with your smug grin and lychee colored shirt thinking that one day you will understand the word spoken by your supposed peeps. Life sucks you suck I win. On that note I move to another level of existence.  Peace out bitch