No haiku to speak
of. It was just really great.
Sean, vibing my vibe.
Month: February 2011
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I Dueled Sean Jones and Didn’t Lose I Don’t Think
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Early Morning Haiku Turn Out Weird and Always Personify My Brain
Sometimes, haiku is
hard. Meter controls my brain.
And Brain controls me.
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Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.
This is Haiku x 3 (I think that’s a thing?)
I do not have the ability to not tell everyone,
everything I’m thinking all the time. My brain’s need for attention is concerning but
its need for righteousness is downright terrifying. I will win.Personifying individual parts of a person is exciting.
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I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction
Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.
*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.
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Existentialism, Garret and I Talk About Girls
People, buzzing, beer.
Smarts and looks and my thoughts lie,
in a question. You?
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Aaron is Right, His Head Does Look Like an Onion
You don’t become a
jazz bassist to win awards.
Justin? Disney? Dumb.
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We Pay for Spring with Winter and I’m Excited for New Smiles
Beautiful moment:
a smile for only me.
Spring is here. Rent due.
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I Am An Old Man and The Pain In My Back Is Gnawing At Me Like One of Those Little Yippy Dogs
Right, *ow*, left, *ow*, neck.
Fire, and ice but less fun.
When I move, I ache.
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My Brain and My Mood are Friends. They Rarely Talk to Me; they Just Talk At Me.
I have this tendency to ignore general life requirements when I’m stressed. When the “high” of the stress comes down, I look at the chaos that I’ve been living with and in and flip the opposite switch and indulge in heavy duty indulgence of life requirements. This is good and bad in that it includes cleaning and social interaction but bad because it includes eating and vegetative hibernation. Its a cycle. I haven’t decided if the cycle creates my swirling anxiety or if my swirling anxiety creates the cycle.
Put on my shoes, my
hat, my coat. Ready for cold.
Not cold anymore.
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