hahahahaha.

i've been in a high speed chase.

being pursued.

not as exciting as you'd think.

what's the worst job you ever had?
flipping fries, flipping over animal carcasses off of I-75, counting parts go by on a factory line... or something worse.

"In life there is art, work, and love. If you can't narrow those into two you're getting a bad deal."

can't blame you on that one.

Two girls walk down a street. One kicks over a trash can.

"That's punk rock." says the girl.

A little down the way the other girl kicks over a different trash can.

"Is that punk rock?" asks the girl?

"No," the first girl replies, "now it's just imitation."

blurred out my face with the
taste of noodles
fifty thousand words
from a fifty thousand word book
the artist's job
is never done
thus an artist should never work

rice is so delicate
that it erases my pores as it
runs buttery over my hands
my fingerprints embedded in memories of
stealing kisses on a girl's neck
beneath street lights with uncertain time lines

steak and soup
all winter
the cattle watched their farm
become a graveyard without markers
and i prayed for myself
instead of them
and prayed for something to take this hunger away

malnutrition nudging me
in the center of an unnameable chakra
pieces of noodles
overcooked but soft
falling out of my mouth
soft and egg-white
semi-pure
distractions from the fever
of loving flesh
running all over me

unremarkable overcooked fantasies
no consideration
for the emotions
of the cattle
who fed me so long as i fed them
i prefer the rice
noodle stains on my collar

too much poetry
in other hungers
don't have time for that
too much work
have to make dinner
for one

"if you work to live never kill yourself working"

that was cleverer than anything i could think of.

i liked that piece as soon as i read the part about him waking up and the first thing he can think to do after finding himself as a giant beetle is to call in to work. very clever.

kurt vonnegut

he wrote a book where he graded his own books. that's hardcore.

i really liked those Sacajawea coins they were using for a while.

right now, a friend of mine. ordinarily i'm inspired by concepts, not people, though.

i think sometimes miserable people are like fireplaces that are started to burn your mantle-piece. very destructive and often very pretty.

it's an old joke.

very fair, i'd say.

those sound like fightin' words.

i believe that a great amount of people derive a certain comfort, and even pleasure, from sustaining themselves in misery.

only a rare portion extend his or herself towards true expansion of understanding.

what's the appeal of the misery mentality?

i've heard there is safety and security involved in it.

i've also heard that fear and laziness play a part.

this isn't really philosophy, so i put this here.

there are those books that shape your perspective. i'm looking for a list.

"girlfriend in a coma" by douglas coupland was one for me. it's that type of transgressional fiction that goes along with the same style of writers as palahniuk (fight club).

any suggestions or thoughts?

hopkins said he wanted to film that scene until he could get through the whole speech without blinking. creepy.

"To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research."

very entertaining to watch.