i think i’m funny when im drunk. i mean when im drunk, i think im funny. When i’m sober, i think im foolish.  but realistically im effing hilar.

is a waste of time. This community is filled with re-blog-happy creatures that have chronic ADHD. 

my mommy thinks i’m smart

My mommy thinks i’m smart.

and handsom and great

The world thinks i’m cool

but the haters will hate 

What’s a lie between man and self

but a reality

that just awaits acceptance

My mommy thinks i’m smart.

The world thinks i’m cool.

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may 3, 2012 10:53am

i’m not drunk enough 

……

to   face   the     world

and hear the Boo’s

“You fucking suck!” … “Eat shit, Asshole.”

Hey …

Fuck you too.

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Robot + Machine … a love story

you are i, i are you

URI

IRU

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When it comes to producing sounds, i fucking love computers. When it comes to writing, i hate computers. Whenever my mind is racing, all i wanna do is talk to someone. I want to voice my thoughts, whatever they may be. I’ll talk off my roommates ear even though its clear they dont really care what i’m talking about. They’re barely even listening. And, honestly, that’s fine. Because in my most sober state, i don’t give a fuck about the shit they say. But, yeah. Anyways, When thoughts are rapid and seemingly “profound”, i want to capture them and make them as physical as possible. When thoughts are rapid, its hard to write because i’m more a stream of consciousness kinda guy and handwriting is slow and physically exhausting.  So typing on a computer seems like a great alternative. But this is the moment where i pathetically attempt to explain why i hate computers when it comes to writing. 

So thinking & typing are two things i do rather quickly.My GWAM is through the roof, Hide your kids, hide your wife. This nigga types fast.  Tryin’ to get those thoughts down ? Type it up. Microsoft Word Swaggin (#UAlreadyKnow) .

Right? 

Nah. 

(It’s fucking getting confusing when i say ‘write’ but i mean “type” and vice versa. )

I’m like “Shit, Nigga. Write this shit down.” So I do. Well, I try. but it seems everytime i put my hands on a keyboard, my mind goes blank.

In one fell swoop, i realized

……

I was one with the machine

and the warmth i felt

was real…ly confusing