Saturday, October 6, 2012

Slicing up Eyeballs

Un Chien Andalou is on Netflix. This excites me. For those of you that don't know, Un Chien Andalou is a silent surrealist film made by Salvador Dalí (and director Luis Buñuel), and the Pixies track Debaser makes reference to the film in both the chorus and lyrics such as "slicing up eyeballs..." It was playing on the projector screen behind the band when I saw them in Hollywood for one of the original shows that was part of what was supposed to be a "limited" Doolittle 20th anniversary tour. The band actually extended the tour over to many other international cities over the next couple years.

With all that said, I now plan to actually watch the film, which I'm sure will be a mind-bending experience.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

If Two Cents Could Buy Real Change: Bipartisan America

Are you all worked up after the debate? Stress levels running high, and you're ready to pounce on the first tweeter or facebooker or blogger that says something with which you don't agree? Congratulations. The government and media have succeeded in turning you into a pawn. My suggestion? Eat bacon and look at cute cats on the Internet instead. Then vote for someone other than the two major party candidates.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

No Shame

I am tired of being told that it is a shame that I can't work something out with Kyle after twelve years of friendship. The only shame on my part is believing that he had ever changed for the better and not getting myself and my son out of the situation sooner. I have turned my back on Kyle Pate 100%, and I am not the least bit ashamed in doing so.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Press Play and Move On

I have realized that my moving back to Albany was in fact a mistake. My judgement was clouded at the time I made the rash decision, and it was completely out of character for me.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Dear Nightmare

Dear Nightmare, Although I once loved you with all my heart, I feel I've made a mistake. Perhaps I wanted something that could not be. Silly me and my silly weakness, giving in to nightmares. I know that my seemingly tough exterior is off-putting, but if you'll remember I haven't always been this way toward you.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

What a Douche

Her head ached from all the crying, but her heart ached more. She sat, still trembling slightly, in the driver's seat, afraid to look him in the eyes. He leaned over and turned her face toward him with his fingers. He lifted the chin of her tear-streaked face with his thumb and forefinger. As he smiled slightly and stared sweetly into her eyes she thought for a moment that he was going to say something right for a change. "Will you buy me a pack of cigarettes?"

Friday, April 27, 2012

The Element of Surprise

I just saw a bunch of bats. I love bats and birds and squirrels and other animals that can just explode into existence and flitter around in a frighteningly unmethodical fashion without pattern or any reason apparent to the individual who is taken by surprise, and especially without any reverence for the heart-pounding monster who for some reason is frightened by the sudden actions of such a tiny and virtually harmless creature. I think they're fabulous just for that reason. In my life of unfortunate methodical menotony, repeating patterns and cycles, and my requirement of perfection, such stark unpredictability is purely beautiful.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Love Stinks

Anyone that knows me personally knows that my love life has been on the rocks as of late. I always feel the need to shield any embarrassing issues from the public, but Kyle and his violent and rash temper have unfortunately not allowed me to do that completely. So I am going to go ahead and get it all out in the open--for the most part. I will leave out the details out of respect.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Halloween Town

My mummy creeps at night
To where daddy's boss dwells
She crypt walks to his grave
And casts her evil spells
Daddy doesn't know
Because he works so late
She turns him into a fool
While he puts food on our plates

My friends are all zombies
I now just stay away
They've adopted new hobbies
Turning peers into a buffet
The illicits they consume
Are bought from a witch
And are spreading like a virus
Peer pressure is a bitch

Monday, February 27, 2012

A Lily Pad without a Lotus

So much work to just give up
Such a long time to say goodbye
But I am tired of always looking
For what I do not see in your eyes
Like desperately needing warmth
Yet thrown into an icy lake
Even if it is not  your thing
You should care enough to fake
The effort that you lack
Is all I ever needed
Complements are null
When nothing is completed

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Awakening to Madness

Awakening to madness
Squishy, slippery, slimy warmth
As I place my feet on the floor
Lifeless bodies everywhere,
The floor isn't clean anymore
Fragments of bone scattered
About in random fashion

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Waste Not Want Not

Wasted time and wasted words
Wasted songs of beautiful birds
Sometimes beauty can be wasted
Wasting food you've never tasted
Wasted paint and wasted glue
Paper and ink is wasted too
Wasted many music notes are
Go get wasted at the bar
Wasted energy and wasted effort
Over zealous, wasting pert
Money is wasted every day
Hate is wasteful in any way
Waste not want not, as it goes
But waste one thing and let it show
I waste love, but at least it's true
I'll waste every ounce of love on you

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Bump in the Night

I desire not a thing from my dreams
Beautiful and charming perhaps,
But will not fulfill my need for screams
My judgement indefinitely suffers lapse 

Special powers to impress me,
Curses to tempt and sway
Dreadful as it be, 
The dreamy ones have nay

Dreamy looks and thoughtful words
Bring smiles but no real passion
Their kind comes in herds,
But easy is not my fashion

I long not for gentle expressions
That fall so easily from dreamy lips
Instead I choose transgressions
From those whose sanity slips

Those nightmarish ghouls dazzle me so,
Beautiful chaos in my demented world
Tortured and longing for show
Of love in the twisted netherworld 

Sweet words from dreams come easy
But warmth from nightmares is rare
Simple and sweet, not satisfyingly queasy
As loving a nightmare's scare

Take my breath away, dear nightmare,
Even if I must scream for it to be
Our forbidden love just despair,
Or passion in the third degree?

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Jealous Again

I have been guilty of disliking, gossiping about, or complaining about people who haven't really done anything to me to deserve it. It's called jealousy.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Anger in Relationships

If you resort to yelling and name-calling every time you get a little upset, you better either work on changing or accept that your relationship just isn't going to go anywhere you want it to be. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Hollywood Ridiculousness

I find it amusing that so many mainstream Hollywood movies are near satires or parodies of Americans' greed, selfishness, delusions, and ignorance. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

You First

I baby people. I've always been a nurturer and a spoiler. I like spoiling people, making them feel special and giving them things that others don't.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Living Passionately

Living through passion is certainly the best way to live in my opinion. To live and breathe for the thing(s) for which you are most passionate is simply the purest way to be. Successfully living through passion, however, can be tricky.