read at own risk

cost effective planning of resources will lead to lost opportunities disdain and chaos.
Reckless consumption of resources will lead to appreciation of the everyday.

I am real
but are you?

What an ass, who uses the word disdain? surely no one my age. Self-important ass.
Twice, that's nice,
ass on the line.

At times i feel like i want to live in a log house in the mountains where i will never be disturbed again. At times i feel i should try to reform the sad system we live in now. Mostly i just think about booze drugs and skin. How do i concentrate on what's important. What am I saying, i love booze drugs and skin. Well, love/hate, you know how it is. Today i love my poisons, tomorrow morning when i leave for class at 8:00am, i might not feel the same.

I am all over the place.
I think i might try to get a hold of some ritalin, maybe i can stay on a topic for 5 minutes or more.
I sure am just thinking online now, instead of using my inner monologue. Well, i guess that that is the name of my blog right, outer monologue, makes sense. What a shitty post this'll make.

I'm an ass. I wish my dad hadn't read that speed rant so quickly after i wrote it. My bad.
My brother approaches, i must prepare for his arrival, by doing any work i will have for the next few days now, so i can get properly inebriated. Keep your eye on the prize people.

howler

it screams in my ear

the pitch highest as i pass

the doppler effect we call that

fades into nothing behind me

i race in place
then release, into space
floated and bloated

plummet

the arc

i snap,
the rushing ground trades again for the star filled sky

i cough,
was it all a dream? was I ever real?

My velocity increases
the howl is deafening
my vision is blurred
there is nothing left but the sound

***

cold
and stopped

how did that happen?

i was just going so fast...

which life is a dream, and which is real?

I remember, this happened before.
That's why i left.
To search for truth.
My old boss.
Time to get my back-pay.