A Letter,

(Ever break up with a robot?)
1. Robot like
With all my resolve I
I wrote you a letter,
it explains why I'm hurt and you're wrong.

Wind between us. Or the wind in space.

2.
Put away that pile of condoms boy
Objects with only one function, denied, frustrated.
I swear they are the ones that feel these emotions, not I.
They were closer to you in the end anyway.

Time to leave useless friends.
The ones that didn't make it, the rejected.
Ba-na-na.

Can you improve someone by fucking them?
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"I'm better off", so speaks my ego with such obvious necessity.
Now we only fuck ourselves.
When I work out.
When I study.
When I'm being greater than I was before.

Detour,,,

architect series + on influence and the crisis essays will have to wait a moment. I've just found 'slam' and thought I might give it a shot. 2 poems underway. One is on love (duh), the other is on the problem of creativity and listening. A problem which I wanted to include in the introduction of the architect series anyway, so it all works out. Good luck to me.

Satiated

The necessary motivation for greater expansion must be capitalism's greatest appeal. Say, what would happen if we found ourselves satisfied?

Beautiful People

A yes, what a beautiful man he is. He is a collection of pleasing and attractive things. Like a papier mache balloon, how cute. But I know your secret my beautiful man.

Desire, want of recognition, here it is! I see it!

Sewers

And so I climbed down into the sewers and regained my crown of garbage from the murk.  Alas, the sagely turtles would speak to me anew.
'Welcome back.'

Blah Blah Blah + The Architect Series

1. It seems like the very calling to things that people receive, such as when one decides he will dedicate his life to this or that - or the epiphany that such and such is forever true, unfortunately binds one to a very defined and weighty destiny. I believe that this binding by life-necessity, even the existential 'Will + necessity for oneself (ego too assholes)', is a type of creative vampire. Not a thought worthy of pride by any means, but certainly one worthy of deconstruction and observation.

2. A strange thing about politics. My distaste with power and responsibility, would seem to make me a good candidate for running a nation according to morals or goals, rather than power and control. Clouded by the desire for something, I would be weakened by that very same responsibility above, that is my life destiny, or ultimate desire. Conversely, I seem to be horribly disposed towards being both a lover and philosopher. Damn it.

At long last I believe it time to begin the architect series. The draft of ideas left idly in my list of posts will slowly start to trickle out into the kingdom. I'm currently considering theming the whole thing to a) be a city smelling of fish. Also, maybe the architechts will be sculptures, trying to sell their art, but obviously the age of art is dead and no one will buy sculptures from one another. So they all get drunk together and discuss the best way to live. I'm EXCITED!

TtD - Fish

I found that I had strayed into the least luxurious of cities, an aging stench in every corner and the smell of fish permeated the walls of even the most obscure sanctuaries. Here confused things lived to die, and in their confusion they became obsessed with that which they could understand. Fish then, became their obsession, as it was a dumb enough thing that all could understand it. And it is in passing through this city that I learned to live like these folk, and so sharing in their confusion I died a little.

In this city everyone talks about fish. Some like to size their fish, others nostalgically trade their fishing stories, and some ramble insanely about fish. Even the royalty came down to the docks to speak of fish. I began to wonder whether anyone listened to any words shared by another, or if they simply eagerly waited to hear the word 'fish'. Their ironic safety word for 'keep going'. As if it made their confusion acceptable!

And they discussed this and that. This man's ego, this one's greed, this one's self-centeredness. Fish Fish Fish. And As they sang and the city stank, I yearned from the stench of my mind's sewers, where at least the stench is my own.

Lightness of Being / The greatest burden

A friend of mine finds herself free. After two years of being in a relationship with her boyfriend, now alone she encounters the world in total ease. (ERIN)

The heaviness attributed to doing things because of the other.

And then there is the heaviness of doing things out of necessity to yourself.