fux0rs
fuck the early risers.
the non call-back-ers...
the excuse-makers,
and garden variety hardworkers.
fuckers in their lonely beds at 8 pm,
early to bed, early to rise
early graves
fuck their echoing empty promises
just because they keep repeating it, doesn't make it true-
fuck the love of living
the opportunity takers
the go-for-the-golders
who reach past anything and everything to grab for the top
i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
i live life like the captain of a sinking ship
fuck all the rest
the non call-back-ers...
the excuse-makers,
and garden variety hardworkers.
fuckers in their lonely beds at 8 pm,
early to bed, early to rise
early graves
fuck their echoing empty promises
just because they keep repeating it, doesn't make it true-
fuck the love of living
the opportunity takers
the go-for-the-golders
who reach past anything and everything to grab for the top
i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
i live life like the captain of a sinking ship
fuck all the rest
posted by <0 at 7:51 PM
10 Comments:
Sounds like someone needs a girlfriend.
Good to hear you're still alive <0.
I dreamt that my pursuers were on a sinking ship once. They went down in a river full of paranas.
Have you ever read Pessoa? If not, I don't think you'd regret it. Look for The Book of the Disquiet if you're ever inclined and have credit on a B and N card, and can actually find it. Fernando Pessoa. 1888-1937, Lisboa (never left the city as an adult, similar to Kafka in hyperconsciousness, but very different in other ways.)
Here's a Pessoa sampler I just came across... "I'm physically nauseated by commonplace humanity, which is the only kind there is. And sometimes I wilfully aggravate the nausea, like someone who induces vomiting to be relieved of the urge to vomit."
I'm also reminded of an old Twilight Zone episode, where a dude who hates humanity somehow is able to wish them away, gets lonely, wishes them back but under the condition that they'll all be like him, and that's when the hell really begins.
Oh yeah, Pessoa also writes that what he wrote is not who is, but who he was the moment he wrote it.
I think that dude would have appreciated the average dude venue for sure.
My wife would say the last thing i need is a new girlfriend.
i've tried debating the merits of me getting a new girlfriend with my wife; she seems less than enthused. Although now that most of her time is occupied with her current boyfriend i might find the time to sneak in an escapade or two. But this would stretch my already thin time frame.
While my wife remains vigilant that i stay faithful to her despite her own rampant indiscretions, my number one girlfriend seems more willing to entertain the idea. Number two girlfriend seems too insecure to broach the subject yet. Number 2 is unaware of Number 1, as Number 1 is unaware of Number 2; however, both are aware of my wife.
But as neither my wife nor either of my girlfriends are around now, i'm to take your advice for the evening and see just what the old <0 charm can still get me these days. You'd be amazed at just who is willing to settle for less than nothing...
And return my calls, damn it.
<0, haven't you heard? I've been out of the contintent for a month; hence the no call returns. I'll be reunited with celly in a few days, however. I'd imagine I have a shit load of minutes left for the month of July, so we'll talk soon and for a long time, beer quantity permitting.
Better luck in the lottery Biatch! I hope the dirty whoores south of the equator were worth the trip and all the post vacation antibiotic missions. Hey Less than Zero, that was a awesome poem, HOWEVER...someday you might be able to by a glass of dirty water off the proceeds; or not...Though that hardly matters because, you know why...
Sorry less than zero, I was seeing triple and pouring doubles when I started typing last night. Didn't mean to offend who ever you are.
I did like the poem though, still do.
Oh yeah, I do have a new line though: fuck everyone who ISN'T collecting unemployment insurance which would include Iceman because he was sent a form while he was globe trotting that needed to be filled out and returned in 7 days but alas the 7 days came and went and ultimately he recieved another notice that his unemployment benefits had been denied because he had failed to fill out and return a form that was sitting on top a massive pile of unopened mail though he still has 30 days to comply and if he complies they just might bestow upon him a weekly check to stave off the willies and the rabid pangs of hunger associated with doing his wife whilst the cupboards are bare.
no worries cuzed- as i am always reminded, "poetry is so fucking passe"
poems are for suckers.
but i will accept your hearty cheers for a rant that came off as not quite crap.
and you're right, who needs girlfriends?
apparently the ol' <0 charm ain't what it used to be.
True story: So I have hung out (read: been in the same vicinity at a gathering, stopped by apartment briefly to exchange software, have a beer, discuss photography, that kind of hang out) with who shall be called C approximately three times in a non-work situation (we both work at the radio station, not co-workers) before i recieve a voicemail today from C declaring, and i quote "we need to talk." Fuck, i thought you had to be dating someone for at least a month before needing to "talk". And this was just an acquaintance! If that's not proof the <0's losing the mojo, i don't know what is.
and yes, ice, i had inferred that you were out of the country, but your regular posts here led me to believe that you were not completely incommunicado.
<0, the only mojo you can lose is the mojo you refuse.
Have you ever thought that maybe you are being lived? The proof is in the pudding.
I recommend Qigong and Jiddu Krishnamurti, get the lead out 1 hour and 1 chapter per day at least. If you send me your address via ICE I'll send you a vid or dvd and a book. Trust me on this, nobody else does.
YOur enemy you shall seek, your war you shall wage - for your thoughts.
-Thus Spake Zarathustra
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