i want to listen to this music until my ears bleed. boomp boomp boomp hihat boomp. add in a progression of piano and female vocals. melt and sway. ponder. ponder this  and that. think, but do not over embellish. when these headphones come off the world is exactly as i left it. wait. ixnae that, the world is not my responsibility, but rather yours. the world is your responsibility world. when you're littering the air with noise pollution, it is your fault. when the cement on the side walk cracks, and grass grows through, optimists see the life and beauty, the nihilist see the further breakdown. the meaningless in the cement.

cement by the way isn't meaningless. the word is rather concrete, with no abstraction at all really. the purpose of concrete in, rather a short duration of time and space isn't so meaningless, but eventually all these slabs placed here and there will end up being some man made rock that houses the few and strong clusters of kentucky blue grass, crab grass, colonial bent grass. poking through.

poking through like the dead air that fills my headphones every three odd minutes and breaks my anti-silence. comparing grass through cement to life through headphones. meaningless. meaningful. i learned something here today.

is it any wonder i can't sleep

i'm getting booted from my home. wrong. grim, graham, grum. wrong

this is not your house

therefore to be booted from your house

you must be in your domicile 

it's only been a week. 

keeping this bed warm for six hours of the days

but grim isn't welcome in this nest.

like some annoying fly landing on the tv screen.

but now i must go.

and it couldn't happen soon enough.

pick up the bag, place a shirt in.

too slow, better place in three.

and when the wrinkles start to show,

it adds to the package.

discontent should go hand in hand with discomfort.

discomfort should go hand in hand with dismay. 

dismay should go hand in hand with wrinkly shirts and shit.

pack up the bags faster grim, 

because you have intruded

in a nest of a lion.

matriarch. patriarch by her side.

and if you don't pack up those bags, and disappear

you'll be eaten,

unlike the rest of the people in your position.

but i guess our parents homes all represent different caves

with different beasts.

this beast in this cage here,

it should be left alone

fur unruffled.

survival of the fittest

and when there isn't a fucking tent,

and you think the cave you recognize your smell in 

is safe,

it's fucking not.

as quickly as inhabitants go, new ones come. 

the fear here is that maybe grim isn't 

a fast moving inhabitant that meander in and out.

that is the fear.

but grim comes,

graham lives,

and when i am gone, 

grum will be no more.

i am anticipate that no more.

maybe that my life

after death

will be much more acceptable.

until then, get the hell out of this nest,

may you have the resources or not to do so,

just do it.

just a pile of dumb rocks

SDC10334
Originally uploaded by faultyplans

I am ever so mortified with the growing pressure being put on our celebrities.
FUCK
i feel we should stand up and defend those that define us if they will be used for our examples as to what we wear and how we invest
SHIT
it is outdated and old-fashioned to follow the ways of weighted words
PUSSY DICK
with ever increasing rates of globalization, a unitarian world shouldn't hold such a heavy value on our action and words
PISS
if we are going to place this much importance on a tennis ballers reaction to shoddy calls
HOE
and cry out against egotistical artists after they just released songs about their egos
BITCH
shouldn't we just become a censored nation?
GOD DAMMIT
china does it. speak too much and you might disappear. fuckin eh, uganda might too
COCKSUCKER
are we so caught up in superficial rhetoric that we suffer aneurisms at unconventional outbursts
CUNT
we dropped bombs and seeded our own terrorists in a nation far away
KILL BABY RAPING BALL SUCKER KILL
we killed people....
DINGLE PUSS BERRY
and still we make more mention over a temper tantrum
HOLY FUCK
maybe, just maybe the corporate world likes these things??
SHIT-EATER
the same companies that tell us to teabag our president because he's black
COCK-MONGER
i will defend you celebrities, who speak up instead of out.
MORALS CAN BLOW MY BALLS
along with the rest of this conservative "face"
FUCKING PANSY
listen to drake and wayne: do you, because imma do me.
MR. MEDIA FUCKWAD
keep your opinion to yourself
MR. LOOSE-ASS CELEBRITY
you sold your soul to the media world, but don't let it do you.

pass on dotted

hunan mountains
Originally uploaded by faultyplans

Big loss, no immediate gain.
This kind of cliff to look down,
and with no way to communicate this fear,
one can only meander about the straightest line possible.
One heard a quote once,
broken and shallow.

"If we are facing the right direction, we must only keep walking."

And when that line curves,
an arch throws off the heel-to-toes rhythm,
one has only the option of continuing, or,
one could sit down.

But this sitting, slothing,
it's not lounging.
It is not rest,
nor cradling arms of comfort.
It is restlessness.
It is a purgatory,
a limbo with no walls.
Or even dirty white walls with a shoe's sole outline.

And the more one eases this disrest,
the further in one will fall,
head-over-heel into a hell,
credit dependent.

Why am I credit dependent?