December 2011
93 posts
My New Years Resolution should be something along the lines of “Delete Facebook, Be more social, Drink less, Have more fun, get in shape”
It will prob end up being th same thing its been for years, and that is to have no resolution, just to live life.
I hate NYE. I always spend it alone, and I always have… minus the 3 years I can remember going to a party, but essentially I...
I didn’t mean for this to become “Ben Complains” but whatever, its mine….
You know what I hate… People who ascribe meaning to tattoos. Thanks to shows like LA Ink, its ten times worse than it used to be. I just don’t get it. On a surface level, yeah… had a new baby so I got her footprints or whatever cliched shit people do these days…
I saw some...
My depression is keeping me from going out and enjoying all the people who are in town for Christmas. I was invited out, and there is a guy who is in town from DC and I really wanted to see him. Not to be terrible crass, but FUCK DEPRESSION
I’ve come to understand I don’t share much in the way of “values” with modern society, I’m old fashioned and I don’t give a shit. Maybe the internet age isn’t for me, its a damn shame I’m addicted to many aspects of it, I guess I just have to learn to ignore the ignorant brainwashed ramblings of youth. So many people with rose colored glasses, whose...
Work, blech!
And yet its payday, so YAY WORK!
of Midwest winters (December 2008)
Oh Iowa, what alienation you bring Oh Illinois, what my childhood repressed hair of pink and gold shines amongst the mighty oak trees Oh Midwest Winter sun reflecting off of gravel roads my tennis shoes drag across your rocks as I drop one can and open another the taste of cheap beer, crisp agains my lips and the stink of cigarette smoke on my fingertips your illusion wavers in front of me a...
An Untitled Trilogy
A Christmas tree, with the lights mostly burnt out
and the flicker of mindless consumerism
Barely fill the room
Reflecting off of hardwood floor
The dimness hides the dirt
Dirt under fingernails and grease in hair, soot on face and crust in the eyes
The stench of the work day
and the lines of age
Hidden in the dark
Cars pass by, a low hum and a whoosh
The trees outside the window reach...
“Into the Interior: a vast subdivision, antennae of television to meaningless...”
Early Spring
The pines are surrounded in a thick fog
South of the Mason-Dixon line, about 40 miles from the coast
Heading north after 10 days sleeping on the beach
I took showers in public restrooms and broke into condos for food
The security here is terrible, but since I’m a familiar face it was easy to get away with…
I’ve decided that running away from things isn’t...
does God have caller I.D. or can he sense a drunk...
Yesterday I picked up the phone
I looked up the phone number for God
And when I finally thought I had it
I called three times before he picked up
I asked God a simple question
Just one, no more
God said “Do you have an appointment” to me
And chuckling I said, “I’m sorry, I’ve been at work”
God didn’t try to comfort me or even ask what was the...
Getting blown off, when you feel like you need help the most. Wonderful feeling, I tell ya.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac
When I started this blog, I was very clear as to why. I made a special post to explain. My Twitter has been comprimised. I’m being followed by people who limit my ability to speak freely. I suppose this is my new refuge.
