.

Under the guise of “soul,”

Why would you be tying your shoes,
Why would you be observing the colors of blue
Transcend into violet in red in the sky,
.
So unwitting and
An amoebic alien swaddling
Across the gas station
To do something so foolish.

Laughing when they’d venture the adage of

“Helping people,”
I’d scratch my head and wonder,
Have you ever met,
People?
.
They don’t want help,
They want superiority.
Superiority, authority,
Is the only grace they know,
Since the atomic bomb lit their eyes up.

All of a sudden,

Upon the woman,
You are in a glamour causeway,
And cinematic, clamorous singing
From those around you will inspect.
.
We have seen too many of these things over the years,
From Joyce,
Through Bukowski,
.
And now upon the woman
You will wonder,
Will she integrate with her surroundings,
Does she know about Verlaine and Rimbaud,
Would she risk her life
To save someone else,
And does she make the snow fall
Upon a bookend of the year.

Nothing, over the years, has been more degrading to my morality and mental constitution than flattery. But then, I think, in the wide context of the universe, morality doesn’t make much sense. It’s sort of a human construction, one we’ve created in society, faced with each other, looking into black holes, blinding diamonds, of eyes, however they may be. Animals know no morality. I’ve seen it, those bouncy mountain lions digging their teeth into the flesh of bison. Of course, there’s also the possibility that they thought it out, but came upon the decision to sink their teeth into the bison’s flank in order to feed their hungry, hungry bellies.

It’s a tough point in life when every living being realizes that they have a hungry belly. THAT’S the immorality. It’s the realization that you have needs, that the pragmatic mental framework to which you’re bound, looking to the woods, or back upon the shining objects, requires resources from the planet, over, and over. And so you ask for favor, but that’s not who you are. Or is it?

Well if the people around here

Thought they weren’t good enough for me
I would like to just throw on the projector a Christmas tree
Under which there sits a present for everyone,
.
And if the people around here
Drive a hard line of sameness and self,
Scoffing health at deluged arteries, indulging,
I will wait until the next life, when we are not separate, we are one.

If you’re gonna kill someone, do me a favor and do it quick, and be professional about it. If I have one complaint about planet Earth, and everything west of Erie, Pennsylvania, it’s that sh** takes too long. The difference between the Coen Brothers and Quentin Tarrantino.

It’s been said often, just like the whole everyone hearing The Velvet Underground starting a band thing: 70% of people are more afraid of speaking in front of a group than they are of dying. Something I’ve noticed is that this fear, at least in me, was greatest from around the ages of 13-22, so in other words my ages of hormonal peak. Eventually, something in the brain causes a leveling off, you do enough, dormant, pointless and boring activities by way of necessity to really know who you are, and you maybe lose some parts of yourself, by way of life’s natural ebb, and aging.

But regarding that “hormonal peak,” the adrenal gland and the endocrine gland work side by side secreting to the brain endorphins, and hormones, respectively, and as in the case of “fight or flight” instances, your brain actually enters a different state from normalcy, capable, as we all know by stories of people lifting up cars and stuff to save people stuck under them, of increased physical capacity.
The sheer presence of a large group of other people, within the human brain, is manifest as a complicated message array, just naturally. It’s part of survival, defense mechanism.
And so the fear bases on this very complexity. It’s the brain’s inability to actually prospectively envision its own potential state, during this heightened time of manifold company. The fear also probably denotes an acute intuition, sympathy and understand of all of these people. In other words, the person most afraid of the public speaking is probably also more apt in noticing the most minute mannerisms of one person in the back row, maybe mid way through the speech, a little toke of amusement like a chuckle or a noticeable relaxing of the hand.
Marijuana intoxication reigns in the brain’s complexity in heightened times, it sheds light on all the mental hatchings of physical potential denoted by things like endorphin flow, creating an active understanding, in itself, of the mind. This is why many people report being comforted by being “high” prior to giving a presentation or performance, and then tackling the project from there.

Everyone

Seems to
Deserve each
Other
Once again

I just saw a girl with the perfect face.

Well, it was a person for the year 2015.
2015 is a year in which humanity is “totally fu**ed.”
Actually, the person who said this was about eight years late in saying,
At the bare minimum,
Probably more like 12 years late.
The breasts protruded like nectarous grapefruits,
The hair hung like spiders of style,
Care taken for the uncaring,
It was anything,
You know,
It was nothing.

In completing the three-girl color spectrum,

It made me glad I went to college,
And went around those redheaded advertising majors
With nothing in their eyes,
When you should have been sharing,
Listening to “Revival” by the Allman Bros.
On Zoloft and marijuana.