hiiiiyaa

living like a dog has its definite advantages...being a doctor does as well. combining these foul ditty's mixes doubt and irrelevant facts with reality and the nonsensical. i like fishing for consciousness. in a ethereal body of space and lime. time time halibut. susanna kaysen. jesus was? ok. pause. delete. we decide to coincide whilst carpe diem birds flutter amongst waking schism. take and take, altruism is moral cannibalism.

LAST NITE

we started on the ferry. pushing papers back and forth. "how long have you smoked?" arrival. vespa failure. "let's walk and see what comes up." mariners game. "i'd be running like i stole cheeto's from a gas station." victory. walk of death. "i'm tired." hostel; no vacancy. moore hotel. the shining. bevvy's beforehand. "LET'S GO HAVE A BELLTOWN PARTY!" adam is sneaky, and i mean twice. hehe secret squirrel. mada decides to drink three long ISLANDIA ICE BREWSKIES, black out, the play is over. synopsis: i find beautiful women, he throws up (in the bar). mada : animal. christian : fervent half chodskies. mada throws up in cab. christian buys 18 pack to suffice depression. offered crack cocaine. NA MAN I DONT DO DRUGS, THERE FOR SLUTS AND LOSERS (or so says the t-shirt that every faggot straight edger wears). morning. no credit cards. no money. "be still, my beer, i still love you." run down the ferry corridor, screaming at the top of our lungs. arrival. rinse, repeat. 

sitting, wine swirled through a tumbler, put the track on. adam stole my ray- "bons". i love it. take your ring off good sir, relax; this is the only dream worth living whilst you are awakened.

the importance of sailboats

there was a time when my world was filled with darkness. on that sailboat, i walked to the helm. "you look as if you are sad, son." i navigated my skiff to the nearest rock, tying off and sighing. "lisa, salt lake city, how are you? the belgian frites, they were salty, just like this sea." we waded in, a sand crab scuttled in the shallows, looking for its home. "hmm. sand crab, you are amongst friends. we know where to venture, but we are lost among the tides." lisa opened a bottle of merlot, and we sipped amongst the gulls as they flew semi-circles of loneliness. "tonight, i feel the warmth of your touch, yet i am cold. hold me. hold me as if this was the ending." beginning, i thought, for she knew not that i had dived earlier into the deep blue, fetching a pearl from a grand mollusk, yearning for her heart. i presented her this gift of my admiration. smiles. "yes." and that was all i needed. we were forever entwined amongst the sea and clouds. clouds swirled and laughed, breathing fresh dew in the morning as we unhitched and set forth for Calcutta. "your smile leaks of things to come," she said, " for i will always love you, as long as we are on the sea."

lies, spies; did you like the apple pie?

a chunk of stone with egyptian hieroglyphics lay on a pedestal in the corner of an office. 

is it truly necessary to fault yourself when trying to convey a quasi-realist approach to an acceptable life? i just encountered a liar. cynical wetbrain. i despise your macabre thinking to display a pithy semblance of importance. lies lies lord of the flies. yes! bask in your self glory, because you awake feeling like our predecessors. a groggy trogledyte, slack jawed and filled with the, " oh i (sic) crosed  those two morons, i (sic)sayd i was someone im wasnt." 

parasite, leach and attach yourself to your country stars and drunken celebrities. your "tribal" tattoo was something i dream about at night while im whisked away on a seagulls back, because obviously i am of such miniscule intelligence that i do not deserve nor require a suitable transport vehicle on my way to MOTHER FUCKING APPALACHIAN USA! 

forever yours,

christian douglass.

fruit n' sour jolly rancher

coca cola is decisive in my night because it really upholds a fine, razor tooth comb that i dance merrily upon. should i have diet? hmm. or regular? chasers or red wine? ill choose the latter. or was that ladder? to where? a grassy knoll upon which i wait for an apple to drop with a worm who says, " this is only a dream, travel my earthly, kindred soul, for i was where you sat before. " i laugh at his rings, judging him for his time on earth. "how did you begin? where did this start?" i've never seen a worm cry nor a prayer answered, but i am sure of both. answers ultimately are fused for explosion when sparrows sing in the fall. "does this make sense to you, sir?" he laughed. i had never seen a worm laugh. "i enjoyed coca cola whilst i was a youth, cry only tears of joy." 

i awoke, exhumed from a dark slumber. "i need to brush my teeth."

life continued.