Logical Unsanity

Sometimes strength is a weakness.
Sometimes weakness is a strength.

To be true and remain true… Read on »

It was never meant to be easy.
Nothing I say to make her believe me
Will make her believe me.
Only spontaneous honesty
Will reveal whether I belong with her and she belongs with me.
Everybody’s confused, who really knows
How dark the light goes or what the future holds? Read on »

You remind me of this guy I used to know.”

A man can dream, though, can’t he? No? Portugal was winning 2-0. That’s what I wanted. I wanted that. I was up in the air, cheering, on my feet, cheering, up in the air…that’s what I wanted?

“He had more gray in his hair, though, said his family aged young. Your hair looks fine, though. I like it like this, a nice dark brown. Do you dye it?”

Another round of the lager, yep, Guinness, keep it coming, thank you, please. That would be lovely.

“Have you ever been to California? It’s lovely, really.”

And I’m up on my feet, cheering.

Who scored?

“You’ve got the same eyes, you know. He said he had a younger brother. You got a brother? How old are you?
“Are you married?
“Have any kids?
“Where do you work?
“Where do you live?
“Are you listening to me?”
“Oh. No. Sorry. Excuse me.”

I pushed my way to the back, the little boys’ room, for all the little boys who snuck into local sold out bars at seven in the evening. The door made a little swooshing noise like an old fashioned saloon entrance. Swoosh. This bathroom ain’t got enough room in it for me.

The urinal was clean. The room was empty. Did I even have to pee? Did I even have to pee? Did I even have Read on »

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The poet picked up his phone and began to type his text. But he didn’t send it to just one person, he sent it to several. Not the people he thought were smartest, not the people he thought were the most ’spiritual’ and not the people who would give him the most sympathy. Or empathy. He sent it to people who aren’t judgemental. People who might understand.

It read – “I’m so terrified of being ‘normal’ I’m tempted to join the multitudes of people who have stopped pretending to be sane. I don’t think anybody’s sane, we just find different ways to distract ourselves from our abnormalities – like jobs and gym memberships. This game I’m playing is old as sin but new to me, it’s called ‘get money’. It’s tiring but I have to admit, it’s less boring than it looks.”

He wasn’t sure why he sent it. Was it for a smart reply, or for spiritual advice, or for sympathy, empathy, or criticism? Maybe he wanted to be talked out of it. Read on »

Where does writing come from?
Who started this lettering thing? Read on »

Work less
Indulge more
Exist because you have to
Live because its fun
Love because it feels
Learn because it makes things easier
Grow because it makes you stronger
Become because it’s honest

Go beyond because curiosity leads to discovery
Never be satisfied because then you’ll stop
Never stop because then you’ll become bored
And that’s boring

Don’t worry
It’s too worrying
Don’t stress
It’s too stressful
Be happy for no reason
Because it feels better than being sad Read on »

Two of them stood at the precipice, gazes transfixed by the strange sight below. An overwhelming sense of inevitability hung over the situation, sucking the duo to a realm beyond the mundane. While one felt particularly glum, the other maintained wide eyes and breathed a well practiced air of optimism.

“So…” said the one who was glum “…that’s where it all comes from.”
“Ah… yep, that’s it my friend; the source of all your shit.”
“I should have known it’d be a giant anus.” Read on »