UNDERmining

fukuyama as the boy who cried wolf
orwell's ministry of love, inc.

2weeknotice

freedom is just another word 
for the limits of control

watching doors close from a distance (n3cr0ph0bia0l0gy)

he runs into my apartment,
screaming:
"Tomorrow is here and her name is Agency!"
sonofabitch, get out of here, i say,
i'm working.
i'm trying.
He turns to me and smiles
as if to ask
how deep is a groove
before it's a rut.

The Burst of Brooding

And there it goes,

beg in ning (reBIRTH)

when starting over
one must think of habit.
habit is action.
habitual non-action, more difficult.
can you sit still for five minutes without thinking of your phone?
nomen nesco is a cellphone from the nineteen nineties,
can't take him anywhere.

UPDATEDDD::pick me up::more thoughts on loss::a brief study in modern epitaph

there is an age where it becomes undeniable.

either you drink it
or you don't.

when it stops going down easy,
there are exercises to loosen the back of the throat.

cyclic ebullitions syndrome (new world langauge of grunts and moans)

a eulogy of sorts.

tension about tomorrow (see International Workers' Day)

 smell the sweat from the pigs?

non-violence is the only way.
the only way.
the only radical way.
but they will bite.
don't turn the other cheek.

skittles and a can of tea (he said the f word and then the word you)

$150,000

Excuse me, can I see your blood?

"...It clearly indicates we can diagnose from blood and create a blood diagnosis test for depression.” *