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Death and/or Murder in Fiction

I watched that movie again
I don't know why
It kinda bothers me
Probably because she hadn't seen it
And it really isn't too bad

She sat on my lap the whole time
Cupping her eyes

It has all these psychedelic flourishes
That could have been left out
And people would still love it
But there's a lot of violence
Understatement I suppose
But it almost succeeds in what it's saying
I think
The glorification in notoriety
Is ridiculous and only perpetuates
Even more murder
or ill-doings

But at the same time it almost bored me
Someone dying every 5 minutes
I've never been so bored with death
All these movies succeed in is---
Besides an hour+ of entertainment---
Cementing my stand on death in art
Or fiction or entertainment
About as strong as my stance
For it in the real world
I want to treat my characters
Even the tiny ones
Like they matter

Somebody might say maybe I've
got issues myself
That some kind of God-ache
I might feel from killing one
of my creatures
Is fucked in itself
I can't honestly disagree

But yeah, the next murder
(if there is one)
Will need a sprawling arc
And his/her murderer will pay dearly

Monsterisms

Tell me if you heard this one
Man walks into barbershop
Asks for a little off the top
Breaks into broadway vaudevillian dance routine
Barber gives him the regular shave
Knowing full well dead hair doesn’t grow again

Tell me if you knew this one too
Nobody told me the sky was blue
They just told me about the color blue
Then I looked at the sky
And I wonder if I were partly colorblind
If it would be grey or purple
And then I’d never know what blue was
The blind man scoffs
And says the imagination is far superior
But I wonder if he knows what blue
Looks like in his mind, if he never saw it
And how one could describe it in a sentence
So he might understand it

God’s just playing an advanced version
Of Sim City on his PC
He doesn’t have a laptop
Because he never leaves his room in heaven

Lenina

You’re so laissez-faire
And it’s annoying
You just don’t care
And it’s boring
The way you’re bored
All the time

I wonder if it’s a life worth living
With a passive view
But still an attitude
Toward, about, beginning with
Nothing
Did anybody ever tell you
That’s where it returns to?

I don’t mean to preach
When I know I can’t do much better
But you’re just so full of things
That begin and end in

Goodnight

Kinda like the Moon

Everybody that lives around here is so goddamn nice
But then that only accomplishes in accentuating the lies
But I’m fine with it, I already know enough of the truth
So much so I can recite it backwards blindfolded in my sleep
Stranded on the moon

I don’t always believe in the truth
But the truth is, it still exists
Whether I stop to stare at it
Or pretend to ignore it on my way
Home from the moon

I do always believe in the good
Whatever that is which we’ve disagreed on
Yours holds no less worth, I’m sure of it
But in my eyes, well yeah, it seems pointless
Kinda like the moon

All this artificial light
Gives me enough to ponder

Old Man '09

Music used to be good
Like before ‘04
And earlier
Now it’s just some guy
Writing songs
Where’s the superstars

Love used to be great
Like back in 98
Like when playing the field
Was considered wrong
And the word actually had
Some meaning
Besides “ahh, fuck it”

Me, I was never any good
Not strong and not getting stronger
I’m just some fiddling asshole
With no responsibilities
Besides jacking off
And typing a good page
If that

If at all

The rain used to taste like water
Now it’s acid and dust on my tongue
God used to get respect
Now he’s just getting disproved
By 16 year olds on youtube

Now I don’t know if I believe all that
I don’t know if I believe in me or you
See, I’m just fiddling with my asshole
Jacking off on a good page or two

If that

Duct-tape my back to the world and spin it like a top

Fish eat fish
Naked pigeon
Fucks dove
Ecto queen
Stomps on my heart
Shits in my cereal

Do forgive me
For being so forward
But what’s with the ginormous
Chip on your shoulder?

Blazing chariot
Carries the sun
Sun waits lazily
For the moon to come
Sweeping up all
The confetti

Death eats life
Life beats death
Sharpest eyes
Dressed as claws
Rip through mind
And flesh

She’ll stay my queen
She’ll show me mercy
When I least expect it

Give my condolences to last week

I talk of proof
And morality
But I’m really just as bad
As you are
I have little words to comfort me
But little words don’t last so long
And at the end of the world
We’re not so strong
To hold in all the darkness
That resides in the truth

Could it be so bad?
Could it be much worse?

I knew what I wanted to say
But I didn’t say it
The line between action and intention
Is a bloody thick one
I’m sorry you were the one
That had to pay the price to hell
And back

It took a long time to find you
It took seconds to let you go

I speak of youth
As if I’m already dead and old
Always the late bloomer
Or maybe just with different priorities
Whatever the means
It does not matter
In your eyes
I no longer have worth
Not even a slight twinkle

Could it really be so great?
I just wanted it to be a bit better
But some things aren’t meant to make sense
The idiots we are, we still look

Not too loud, she said

I listen
To the world when it does not speak
Its turning in its sleep
Its skitter-shot heartbeat
And wonder if it’s all supposed to be
Just as funny as it seems
To a drunk

And I feel strange
When she tells me she too
Was but a babe once
A child with stupid fantasies
That just got crushed
Almost as soon as the bust
Grew up
And out

Who can tell you anymore
Whether to laugh or not
You’ve just got to find it there yourself

I just listen
To the stars that do not speak
As they give off the same heat
The same light

Haircap

i'm a little person that believes in you
you're a little person that believes in you
two little people that believe in you
two little people can do a lot

i've taken trains
i've been on aeroplanes
i've seen a lot there is to see
if only my brain says, yes
and it's looking good from here kid
it's looking swell as hell

i'm a little person and i see big
on the outside of my head it probably seems stupid
but it looks huge inside here to me
every thing i do now just feels like a walk in place
i just want to see your love-stuck shiny face
but i'm too stuck on mine

you're a little person but you believe in big things
but big things are too big big things take too much work
and time and money and love
my head hurts, maybe big things aren't so big
speaking relative
the earth isnt
the sun isnt
i isnt
this crooked face you look at from the outside of your dirty window
isnt

but my brain is
and i don't have to unscrew my haircap
to prove it

Orange

“Who do you think you are?! You’re just some fucking punk!”
“Orange.”
“Orange? Is that your name?!”
“Yes.”
“Your mother called you that?”
“Yes.”
“She must be a sadistic wench.”
“She can be.”
“Are you going to give me my bottle cap collection back?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to keep it.”
“If you keep it, it can be considered stealing and I can press charges.”
“Try me.”
“Fuck you, you prick!”
“Call the cops. Call a lawyer. Do it you pussy.”
“You really want to turn this into something?! Fuck you for real.”
“I heard you the first time.”
“How about this?”
“What?”
“Howzabout I just beat the living shit out of you till you say uncle.”
“Uncle.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, I said I got it the first time.”