My thoughts are, I'm making you miserable

It just doesn't mean as much

I can't catch a break, I guess

Chipmunk in cheekbones

And missing this presence

It's never escape this dismensions

Or never dealing the message

Or never just getting the lesson

Move past it,

It's kept in a box

That has locks more secure than your mess is

Entire apartments.

From the start the argument has been, if not about this, than what?

If not about us, than when?

Or who?

You should have been accomplished;

Compliments to the chef,

If you can cross this off your checklist

You might have even made it

To the age inside the matrix.

It's just a broken down truck

A whole damn box of tools

You lose yourself and pretend

You don't forget to use,

But it's just useless

Lower dosage,

Pay the tip and pay the postage

Post matron mortal,

A whole box

A whole box of chocolate

Lost on your Botox

Oh, but we're friends now?

No.

Robots in a digital world,

Only programmed to carry out certain tasks,

And then vanish.

I dig up your past, and then replaced it with a mattress

And a box of matches;

Whoever does it next can have it—

How they're making hatchbacks out of plastic,

I can't manage,

But it's fascinating.

—The edit effect.

Good to see I'm not the only one who noticed— turns out I am a trendsetter, trendsetter

Now inaction doesn't really make the pain better

But the strain of sweat and tears will make my bed wetter.

Just a clip—

The college kids don't know the difference

It's just a temporary love because I'm friendless—

The predicate of this is that the people never get it.

As it happens, once I'm past it

But let's have a laugh at medicine

Inside my head and bring it back again,

The panic

So much for tall dark and handsome

When it's decided that I want something

Everyone does sure follow

I am a trendsetter.

Go back and get the song back, Jack Johnson

For nine seasons I was Kevin Nealon,

Ten since tent cities and intensities—

Oh, there are English pubs?

I only had the Irish,

Blimey.

Ten times limon,

Rice and beans and I'm convinced I'm dying

Cut my eye out

Blood and ribbons, tenements and genre binders

Television friends and Lipton dipping into

Hot boiling water

Have a monologue prepared

And mother? Never talk about her.

Tip the tooth fairy, bet she does her job

Your wings are growing out in February

Never leave the nest, dear

Gotta wait till next year.

These printers and prenups are dripping in women

It's finally winter with little indifference

To the matter at hand;

You're well enough dressed

But wet and soaked in raw sewage

Standing in your ankle socks,

You wanker.

An addendum to all my ever living misses

And these premium obsessions,

So neglect the data that you entered,

Even for a minute, introspections,

Get the limit in but never medicine the mister

You probably should have been there—

It wasn't your decision.

Encrypted sir,

For heaven's sense, I love a good caricature

But Heaven hasn't said a sentence since just after dinner

When the strict caloric deficit set in

With all the evidence collected.

This is what become of the avoidance,

I have to cut you out and then in the way,

I guess I get rewarded but it shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward

It really shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward.

Apologies to Matt Damon, I am in pain

And then the very subtle finger tips I will admit

Could calm me down a bit

I panic at the passkey woven case

If all these baseless claims

And waves of delusional grandeur;

You can love that but never afford it

How and arrow in a stray hat

The fact is, I'm just a madman

And a phantom

And yet

The cracks in the mask have been detected—

An internet trend that I can pretend I hadn't mentioned to my artificial intelligence,

Then again

Curiosity let the cat out of the bag,

But couldn't for a second bring him to have the heart to kill him.

How many mistakes can I make in just this commercial break—

They're breaking my heart from the land of the lost!

You can beat the boss, but there's just another one

You can play the game, but you can't turn it off—

You get more lives than one,

But I promise, you wouldn't want them

It just gets harder, I walk on quantum physics

Mystified by Wall Street, we all learn to die at once

To become what we always wanted;

Peace and nothingness, the power to see beyond screens,

Out of the box where the state of the art

Is the way of the world,

And never the opposite.

So I shared my toy

With every other girl and boy

Inside the World Wide Web

Who wanted playing with it

Guess you could say in a way

I am giving,

On the prejudice

That all I'll ever get is just a glimpse or image

With respect

To turning my eyes backwards before it gets to damage any valuables.

Those assholes.

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Symposium.

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TBA 2025/2026

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