I asked a man how he was doing today,
and he looked away and pushed the corners
of his mouth up with his heart,
replying “Oh I’m just fine, how are you?”
and it made me so sad that he expected
that I wouldn’t care,
so he gave this half-assed reply
that sounded more like a funeral song
I asked him more questions,
and he finally told me that he was on his
way to visit his wife in a nursing home,
wondering if she would be able to recognize
his face this time.
I’ve noticed that more people fly
by conversations like they are diseases
instead of opening their palms and their ears.
I guess it’s because people are
afraid of other
I guess I just question why
because I always thought love was
stronger than fear.
I hate history—
of past memory frightens me—
keeping me preplexed
at was was truth
or just my misconceptions haunting me.
I’ve always felt
that my memory
was never a trustworthy thing,
that feeling seeming
to be proven right
over and over again.
The past also never
seems to ever collect the dust
that its trinkets mark.
Forever living and breathing
in this present I have to watch
My now is built on it,
and so life itself is built on
the very thing I hate.
I guess I should care
about my early foundations
since that’s all I have
to build on—and is all
I have to keep.
Pools, rivers, oceans, rain.
The breeze, the clouds, each breath we take.
Every tear cried, every smile faked.
And then there’s home
sitting amongst our self-made fog
waiting idly for a new time to come.
There are reminders among us
that tell us where we are—
even when our eyes become blind
and our soul cries out
and we lose sight
of the chorus of echoes
traveling back to our stricken ears.
I keep the strings along my knuckles.
I break the bread along each trail taken.
And though I may forget—
my strings lost,
my bread buried—
I can always wander my way
into salvation by the hand
of a gentle storm.
hardcore thong detective
Retarded Volleyball Smuggler
I might be the Handicap Frog Showdown, but Mark is the Retarded Walrus Detective. Simply dye the mustache pink!
If I go by jack then its Hardcore Unicorn Warfare and i am cool with that
Hardcore Walrus Smuggler
oh god… forbidden penguin domination ;_; i’m sorry to all penguins out there…
Maximum Booty Nazi
Maximum Thong Warfare
Funky Walrus Nazi
retarded underwear nazi.
Retarded booty nazi. pfft.
Maximum zombie warfare
Maximum Unicorn Showdown
Funky Underwear Revolution. I hope there are lots of asses.
Creepy Underwear Kingdom