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Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
EXPECT THE UNEXPECTEDSo I was at the doctor's office yesterday, and this doctor always overbooks his appointments. So, to make use of the time, I brought my pad, paper, and sharpener, and worked up some sketches. True enough, he kept me waiting (I eventually left without seeing the guy because it was going to take an hour and a half....!)
While I was sketching in the waiting room, this mom comes in with her two young kids, I'm guessing, around 4 years old. They're obviously nice kids, but being in a doctor's office was upsetting to them, and so, they're carrying on, and the mom is trying her best to keep them from going nuclear.
This wasn't annoying me at all. I'm a dad. I have great empathy for kids, and frankly, I felt like whining at this point, too!
But I thought I could make the situation a little better for the mother and her banshees. So I put away my sketches, and drew a cartoon teddy bear. Then I told the mother that I'm a cartoonist, and that I drew something her kids might like. (I always ask pe
because you shouldn't
feel it in the first
you just want to
stand in front of the train
and let it ravage
your body, savage
you just want to
cut out every organ,
from inside every cell.
you just want to
open up your blood,
set it loose, mix with mud
drop the knife and watch the red run free.
you just want to
fall in the fire and let it burn
every nerve in your body made to yearn
for a second's reprieve that never comes,
just fall face first
into the flames
because there's no reason
The Kataang CommandmentsKATAANG COMMANDMENTS
Long ago, the Creators made a television program that none other could surpass. At first all worshiped together, but eventually, the followers split into two groups, the Kataangers and Zutarians. While Zutara was based on symbolism and fan-girls, Kataang was based on logic and common sense. So, herein lie the Kataang Commandments. We follow them until that faithful day that the two lovers finally join.
One: All Kataangers must be afraid of steam. Enough said.
Two: When Kataangers look at the clouds, they are reminded of Kataang. They call the clouds Children.
Three: All Kataangers must eat a steady diet of three square meals of Fluff everyday. Remember, Kataang is part of a complete breakfast!
Four: Innocence must be chosen over Hotness. Exceptions can be made though.
Five: Kataangers must have a sense of logic and basic human observation skillz.
Six: Kataangers must squee fifty three times a minute.
Seven: When singing God Bless the USA
Im so tiredIm tired.
Theres not much else to say but that
Im tired of crying
Im tired of feeling alone
Im tired of everyone being against me
Im tired of making mistakes
Im tired of wanting to start over
Im tired of wanting to die
Im tired of wanting to live
Im tired of being tired.
Everyday its the same routine, I smile
I smile not just because I cant show anybody what I really feel but also because I want to believe its real
Its better to be positive until it all comes crashing down
They got me this far, they are my savior
They make me want to live
They saved my life.
They are creatures in my head
They are only real to me
I want them
I want them to save me.
They make me want to live because I’m scared to lose them
I cant lose them.
Im so tired.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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