I seemed to have wandered away from eighty's rock for a while
but I have come back with the help of cheesy bands like poison

thank god for cheesy bands

We watched him cry over a bowl of beef noodles
nobody really knew why he was crying
none of us knew what to do
we waited for out beef noodles like sanctuary
hoping that somehow he would swallow his sorrow with the beef noodles

we both felt guilty, not knowing the right thing to say
we both felt helpless, not knowing how to make it all go away

drink then
someone said

we drank cheap wine and Irish whiskey
something of that sort

everybody ended up drunk expect for me
I seem to have discovered my secret talent in drinking

its dangerous not to wonder
i mean, that whats at sake here,
this woman can quote scripture
but she cant find africa on a map

i come from a christian nation
even the athiest are christian,
its a christian god they dont believe in
and in this it reminds me of high school

when and if you go back, please patronize rita they way she did for you
when you last saw her, repeat the same sentence five times as if suffering some rare degenerative brain disease. Repeat the conversation from hence on at least twice a year

go see the nuns, speak african with them
then go see the security gaurd, the one who studied theathre at university
he was the heart of that school
and if you look back at this school, when you pass through the gates which read
"may god STOP bless you"
you'll swear that fucking statue on the ceiling is laughing at you
"may god STOP Bless you too"

Seems that our old high school put you through a lot of trauma
Glad i'm not alone
i don't know why my classmates can go back
maybe it's called being thankful
sometimes
i feel as if all of the teachers were brainwashed by some doctorate degree wig wearing hippo
they look at me as if i am a lost soul

I am not lost, just wandering

too bad they don't let people wander in Taiwan

a woman has eight babies, gives them all biblical names becuase she is fundamentalist who believes god wants her uterus to pop out a litter, yet... expects tax payers to fork the bill.
I dont know why, but this woman reminds me of your old high school, conversations with nuns and taiwanese english teachers, makes my skin crawl,

i read that a senorita was pregnant with eight
does it matter how many you conceive at a time?
or the number is actually the times worse your condition gets?

personally i believe that the problem is not at the kids at all
it is in the number of children you think you have
the intensity of the pain and troubles increase with the number of kids you logically think you have
that's the magic of it!
if you convince yourself that you are in fact just conceiving a giant tummy of fat,
the voila!
all the pains have disappeared!

absolutely fantastic
i should get this idea patented

read: your either hung over or pregnant

Being sick is the funniest feeling
you wake up in the morning and feel horrible
you try walking down the stairs and find yourself squatting at the top and rocking front and back like a crazy person
then, you think that it's NOT that bad and decide to have a bowl of spicy sour soup

you then discover how wonderful a friend the bathroom toilet really is

you toss and turn in bed and find yourself counting sheep that evolve into green elephants

then you wake up the next morning thinking:

it wasn't that bad! :)
i could do it again anytime!

Reasons to be an english major:

You are un-employed and living with your parents.While un-employed, living with your parents, you are smoking a cigarette and looking at your brothers book collection in the garage. You wonder why there is a book collection in the garage All the books bear titles like: "The Secret of Intelligence""Top ten habits of Successful Entrepreneurs" You realize that the best way to choose your college major is by simply deciding what do you want in your book case for the rest of your life At least by studying english, you will still be un-employed but at least you would be un employed with something to read.

your sucha weezer
roller coasters are the quintessential expression of humanity
destined to fail, i miss standing in line and listening to the howl of wheels, terror and puberty
i have been the same height since conception which translates to me being let on to "big" rides way before my soft shell brain had time to fully close, there was always that older cousin, who in the car ride to the park could talk and talk and talk about the roller coasters until they were built up into mythic deities of steel and vomit and there you'd be standing, looking up, talking a step closer until the second you are strapped in....

I've never had the chance to let friendships get dense enough for it to produce a ghost. My friendships are either the oh my gosh i can't believe you've changed so much or the slight smile and just detectable nod.

Amusement parks should be renamed into walk till legs drop off park or something more suitable

I sit on benches and squint up into the sky, trying to find my friends among the twenty some people. Trying to find a white T-shirt or hear a familiar scream. Why would people go on a ride that creaks to colossal heights and slowly descend down?

I asked my sister, the rollar coater guru, and she said
oh that one? the one where it slowly turns upside down and you can spit down?

I can imagine her, legs dangling, screaming and laughing at the same time, trying to see how far her spit would glop.

im told its the job of the young to push the elders off a cliff

its when they forget that the elders need a push that things get messy

have you eaten 3/12 friends? are you waiting to dine?

do you know that giving a child a strange name makes them

more prone to a life of crime?

are we all in want of a push

to be devoured

this is absolutly why I subscribe to zoroastrain death rituals

i spent years devouring people and Im seeing them again

living ghosts have so much more sway than long dead ones

i think Im too young for living ghosts but here they are

giving me panic attacks and causing me to go suddenly blind

outside the doors of spaceland in silverlake.

giving me panic, what ive devoured,

i sat in my friends car and missed the show

all because of a miss devoured past

the essense of the word sick

It is the ratio of any other thing. 3.618

people are limited to three people and a little more than a half

eat more and suffer from indigestion

eat to little and suffer from malnutrition

good eating ;)

what is the golden ratio for eating friends

friends are like cookies
if you don't eat them fast enough
they get moldy

i would like to interject here and say
that being back here is not something you could
be prepared for
ive given up on thinking it was possible

it seems everytime i catch up with old friends
friends that ask me where my old car is?
damn i loved that car
i haven't seem most of them in seven to eight years
and were here looking at eachother trying
to put it all together
whats happened
were weve been
and how it ties into working for the government
or not working for the government
its really something different all together

its life 2.o
versions of people you thought you knew
who are now standing before you as strangers
the familiar is really thin
it doesnt break
nothing breaks but all relationships are eventually stretched thin

you would think being in an apocalypse cult would
make you want to suck the juicy meat marrow right out of life
have cult leaders been replaced by martyrs these days?
where have all the killers gone?
carpet bombers bombing?
cult leaders are in heaven here
they cling to it, die, take everyone they can when they are pulled away
from eden
martyrs are promised wives in heaven
if had an Apocalypse cult we would all be in palm springs
taking memory enhancers and playing golf

I'm a bit lost in life right now
somebody asked me whether or not international business is what I want to do with my life
I would like to know a kid that writes
I wanna become a businessman in international business when I grow up because I enjoy not producing anything a getting more than fifty percent of the selling price
the parents would beam and be so proud

i'm not even sure why i wanted to go abroad so bad anymore

was it just a dream that I thought I had

or was it a quest for self discovery?

i often joke that i'm neither east or west
I'm a bizarre mix of both
or maybe i'm neither

all i know now is that i want to read and read and read
crazy books
books that make me wanna laugh and cry at the same time
books that make me wonder if the author is right behind me peering at me with a whimsical smile
books that make me want to read over and over and over again just to know that there is nothing to know

orange books