Bright, blue daytime
Cous cous and hot sauce and sun.
Spring isn’t here yet, but…
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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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My Life is Better Than My Brain Lets On
Learn about yourself
and discover shortcomings.
Don’t: painless neglect.
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I Have a Dialogue in My Head With Myself and the Jim Breuer Version of Myself
Arrive, things aren’t as
I thought they would be. Anxious.
“Relax, maaaaaaaaaaaaaan.” “I can’t.”
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Occasionally a Lack of Necessary Things Makes Me Want to Eat Souls
No sleep, no food, no
patience, no time, no deal.
I am an asshole.
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“Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand” and Dr. Frankenstein Creates a Monster
Lean against the wall,
push your arm into it and
watch it rise, RIse, RISE!or
I maybe believe
God or Santa or fairies,
(Not sappy)
but I do, do in you.
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It Depends on How Soupy it Is, I guess
A fork or a spoon;
I can’t ever decide how
to eat mac and cheese.
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I Don’t Like Shopping at Places Where It’s Acceptable to Buy a Bicycle and an Orange.
Everything too big.
People too mean. Staff too sad.
Wal-Mart sucks. Suuuuu uuuucks.
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I Like The Snow Everywhere But Inside My Coat
Trees are beautiful
covered in snow and ice.
I’m, however, not.
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“Vercity” and Other Made-Up Words Used to Express Distaste.
High, Rent. You’re too hi
to have a “home inspection”.
You’ve no vercity.
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Just Because Your Gluttony Spans Over 9 Hours Doesn’t Make it OK
I made a pizza.
Ate some for lunch, dinner, snack.
I ate a pizza.
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“Liberals” and “Conservatives” Alike are Sometimes Incapacitatingly Stupid
Labels are often
brazen and unwanted. *sigh*
“… but I like hating”
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It is a New Year.
*Composed on the eve of the first. Feelings resemble molasses.
As always, I fear the
opportunity to move.
New year, same me. Yikes.
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I Get Lucky Sometimes and Get Paid to Do Things That Are Hilariously Fun
Transcribing alone,
father’s childhood on LOUD.
“Love Shack”‘s where its at.
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Christmas (and various, associated activities with your relateds)
Family and food,
laughter, reflection, football.
What are we buying?I love my family and I love being at home more than normal with them during the holidays. We’ve created our own traditions and holidays and have an entire family history of inside jokes. We eat and be merry and watch football and make fun of everyone else and write long, unnecessary emails for our own entertainment. We play games and laugh at eachother’s jokes and do things for and with and against eachother. Its my favorite time of year because I get to be with my family all together which doesn’t happen as often because my brothers are married and there are nieces and nephews now and I’m away and everybody has multiple lives to lead. So Christmas is this excuse that we need to obligate ourselves into getting together more often and enjoying eachother’s compnay.
I guess what I’m wondering is, what are all the presents for? I could do without them really. Don’t get me wrong, I like getting them and I like giving them and I think that it probably wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t exchange. You know, I even like the WAY we exchange gifts. We watch and experience each person’s gift as a family in a circle (sort of) and its slow and arduous and sometimes annoying. But what’s the real reason that I enjoy it? I think its more to do with my family and less to do with the gifts.
I’m absolutely not trying to relay some seeded message about wastefulness or anything like that. I think I just discover things about myself THROUGH writing haiku, that I didn’t even know and I feel like I’d like to share it. Its pretty neat how expression can be multi-layered without intention.
Happy days with your fams and your friends and football and sunlight and bare trees and TV.
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Peace and Licking
My dog lies around,
and licks the floor all day long.He stares at the wall,
and has very fast dreamingsEvery single day,
he lives in a state of peace.
Wish I was a dog.
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My Favorite People Are the People Who Make Drastic Changes and Are Still Completely Themselves (Jeff Laser Cut His Hair)
In the audience,
Josh Bryant is sitting with
a glass eyed stranger.I am wondering,
“Who would come to FJO,
with JB on break?”Short hair, short hair, short.
But tall, lanky, glasses too
Jeff Laser, hair cut.
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I Can’t Swim But I Can NOT Drown
I can’t swim quite yet.
Most times, I can tread water.
Jazz is kind of hard.As I gain experience playing and performing, I find myself looking for different things in the music I’m making. I think for most of my improvising career, I have felt like I was underwater MOST of the time. Maybe I’m not underwater any longer, and I’m not jumping and doing flips, but I can tread and breathe in most situations.
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Biggest Loser
I can’t stop eating.
On TV, people watch me.
I’m not fat anymore because I realized that if I stop eating so much, I’ll lose weight.
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There is Talent at the Bar Drinking Tequila
All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.
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No, I Don’t Like the Fake Testicles Hanging From Your Truck
Sometimes I feel like,
“You’re reaching,” isn’t strong enough.
“Douchebag”, is better.
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Wedding Music is Usually Stupid
I’ve only done a few weddings in my time as a bandleader/arranger/etc., so I’m sure it’ll only get worse, but I want to why people always pick such stupid, insincere, impersonal music. Or sometimes music that just sucks. Are we really THAT sappy?
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I Think A Lot About How Much I Think About Myself
Its narcissistic
to think, “Man, I’m really great,”
only if its false.If its true, then you
may just know more about you,
and your awesomeness.
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