something about an owl

soaring through the sky i really wish i had a slurpee from 7-11
hunting mice with my large eyes i really wish i had a greater concept of ‘love’ or at least attachment
ripping apart meat with my strong talons all i can think about is ’selling out’

i thought about the sound of the earth exploding as audible from the moon
whether it would be an all encompassing deathly roar
or a slow sad inaudible ripple

space is a vortex
where can i find a 7-11?
i have to go

it is really warm today, how are you?

i am touching my face
are you touching your face?
what is the chance that you are touching your face at the same time, statistically?

in the context of the rest of your face your eyes are good eyes
i feel that context is important in life
context and statistics

if someone threatened to kill me in a new and exciting way each day
i would make better decisions
can you pay someone to do this for you?

there are many coffee rings on my desk
there are many sticky notes on my desk
one of them says “try harder” in three different pen colours

sometimes i feel as if there is a tightly closed, severely nervous and embarrassed oyster inside of me
are you touching your face?
i am touching my face

Apathy

i can’t even remember how to do anything
like make facial expressions
or move my eyes to look at fast moving animals
i want to be a sloth on the back of a gazelle
being chased by three lions

I want all of my failures to come crashing down on me
like stones
so i will remember next time

i want you to be here
entangled in fairy lights

i will close the blinds
so you can be my stars

i feel like i could fast-foward through the next few weeks and probably not notice

i made a fort
out of five dining chairs
three bed sheets
two camping mattresses
five pillows
and five blankets
if you come inside there are enough snacks to last around three weeks
we can discuss the relative merits of different animals
that we could ride into battle

i will ride a jaguar
you can ride giant lynx
we will fight famous celebrities
the news will say
“a great tragedy has occurred today…”
and we will laugh

i want to be a doctor’s certificate
i want to be 18 confused leaves
i want to be an important document that creates international tension
i want to be a bomb threat that evacuates a major city
i want to be the moon when the sun expands and destroys the galaxy
i want to be an insect helping to construct something bigger than myself
i dont know

a job application asked me to rate myself out of ten

i wrote ‘11′

and then my feet turned into rockets

and i flew to your house

and my feet turned back into feet

can i organise your belongings into how they make me feel?

are you ok with that

let’s hide under your bed and live on the moths that walk by

i want to take out my organs and fill my body with oragami models of everything i’ve ever seen

everything is fucked up i am going to punch you in the foot

chris martin is standing in his kitchen

chris martin opens his fridge  and examines its contents

chris martin grabs the orange juice

chris martin thinks about how many orange foods there are

chris martin thinks about religion ‘in the scheme of things’ then laughs to himself

chris martin cannot find a clean glass

chris martin writes down “buy new glasses”

chris martin decides that sounds too much like eyeglasses

chris martin remembers he needs new eyeglasses

chris martin realises he has sold ‘probably millions’ of albums and thinks ‘why am i doing this shit myself’

chris martin thinks about his career ‘in the scheme of things’ then laughs to himself

chris martin drinks the orange juice ‘out of the thing’

iwasraisedbythestreets

talking to you
is like navigating a raging flood
whilst being pursued by a large underwater monster
and being constantly hugged
by tiny rabbits
wearing matching bows

talking to you
is like being inside a pillow fort
and the power is out
and it’s raining outside
and being unsure whether anyone else in the world is even alive anymore
and not caring

i wish i could turn you into an abstract notion
and carry you around in my mind

ghostfacekillah with specialguests

i feel unsure about the food pyramid

i feel less anxious than yesterday

i feel more concerned about ‘the future’ as a concrete term

i feel that ‘the future’ as an abstract term does not exist

i feel that pillow forts are all i can believe in

i feel that ‘the economy’ doesn’t really exist

i feel like everything i have ever said or done has been said or done before

i feel like i am waiting for someone to text message me but all of the time

i feel more ‘invested’ in reality than a month ago

i feel like my ‘internet presence’ has taken an interesting turn

i feel concerned about bright colours, becoming a witness to a major crime and ‘greedy bitches’

i feel like a giant dragon is probably going to come out of the sewers and really ‘fuck up’ a major city

i feel like it will take between 400 and 5000 soldiers to take down the giant dragon

i feel like deciding what to do with the remains of the dragon will take a lot of thought

ohhai

i just thought

‘life is a high concept progressive rock album’

‘with too many guitar solos’

then

‘i’d like life to be a 1980’s rap album’

then i ate one quarter of an apple

thought of it as a

‘fucking joke of a piece of fruit’

lay on my bed

thanked god for your tiny, morally reprehensible, socially awkward bone structure

and then i slept

crack cocaine from the perspective of a wolf

i am going to walk over there

and disrupt those people

what are they doing

what is this white powder

oh no

oh no

i am going to run forever

and howl forever

i am going to go to a kmart and drink all of their diet coke

oh no