folks are twitchy
like diving on acid past cops in dark glasses
and cock mobsters from yale lairs
who’d refuse biggie-shortie
without the innuendo
of the wanna-be ghetto
jewpalooza
out to out-cool ya
all the time
wa-da-tai
she did it again, left me out in the cold, uncool, just cold, or clod.
that’s me. food in the pantry. bank empty. living on nothing
but cold, sold, told.
I need to keep busy. challenge. cuz there aint no prospects for me here.
I don’t fit it anywhere.
right about now I’d like to be on a beach with some rum and a big juicy pineapple
a poet asked me how my time has been here. I said up and down. he asked how so. I couldn’t really answer him. then he asked if I had met any asian sex subcultures yet.
I am so sick of people, so sick of being disappointed in people.
but that’s my fault, not theirs.
I appreciate when they give me the sentence
cuz I running outta insults
- barbershop
what is a friend, anyway. I’m late all the time. I’m not so perfect
she says i am: undeveloped in my passions, i confuse kindness and thoughtfulness with weakness. . . i am caught up in ambition and appearances, not able to imagine happiness and fulfillment without them. and i am terrified of being genuine with someone.
you know what else? my computer died.
ow ow ow.
i think i'll top off the day by reading my evaluations, which are all criticism on my performance last semester.
i'd rather work with animals than people. with animals, there is no point to getting angry, they don't get it. why does anger feel so satisfying when it comes to people? and since when have i become such an asshole. i only want to be good and kind and respectful and responsible and try to understand.
Posted at 11:26 pm by jdoughs
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