January 16, 2013
Literary magazines, Freelance writing jobs, Intern positions, and Rifftrax movie riffing:
I love this kind of work.
I can’t be a Nine-to-Five.
I won’t be a Nine-to-Five, either.
I’ll struggle and struggle, and live and live, and I’ll die, but at least I’ll live on my own terms,
And no one can take that away from you;
How many clichés do we have to go over until something comes to pass
And to stick in our minds, too?
January 17, 2013
I’m so tired
Haven’t slept a wink
Now I’m quoting Beatles’ songs.
Long week friends
Another day towards
How much can I play with this
And get away
The days burn brighter and brighter
And my feet smell more and m ore
And the sun burns my eyes
And life burns you out baby
So come what may
Deep intellectual whatever
I’m gonna sleep now and think about Scarlett Johansson
So don’t bother.
January 19, 2013
I am tired.
January 20, 2013
Chuck E. Cheese
Come as you please
Where the pizza’s flat
The soda’s warm
The chicken’s cold
The kids are a-bored
And the parents get to score
With some refuge of silence and fun
Before reality kicks back in, and of course that’s no fun,
Right? Right, and neither is seeing that fat rat run around and blast his stupid song
And seeing shrill people hog up machines and am I supposed to like this,
Probably everyone asks that at one point or another.
Man, fuck this shit.
I’m going to Dandy Bear.
Heisenberg this shit, it’s done.
MLK Day aftermath: Simplified to the point where I go to school,
Completely oblivious to this day.
Yeah, Obama’s milking it today, hip hip hooray.
Did MLK die for this? Did MLK die to get Obama some good publicity?
Where are the people that fought for MLK? That fought against Reagan and asshole politicians and school boards; where are they today, with a president who profits off war and murder, but really that’s the same old score.
Where’s Malcolm X Day?
What about Bayard Rustin?
Shit, this is ridiculous nowadays: Is one day of service enough to make up for years of disrespecting all of their messages? If it is, then maybe I should just tow the company line here.
Just like everyone else.
So, here’s to Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Bayard Rustin, and everyone else who’s died for something, whether it be Hispanic or Black or White or Asian or Woman Or Man Or Kid:
Don’t stand for something you’ll fall for anything, harder than you think is a beautiful thing.