relative ratios,
aesthetics of  mathematics;
one point six one eight.

 
carry that weight girl,
tomorrow never knows. wait!
because i'm so tired.

sharpening a knife;
intended for whom? not sure.
probably in-laws.

return to studies.
no time for love dr. jones;
set the damn alarm.

she whispers sweetly: 
"i need to change my tampon" 
no more red wine, thanks.

the empire is vast;
alliance guerrillas strike...
when did han shoot? first.

trust-fund hippies smell.
no cause for the ever-greens. 
flower child? rich bum.

space is irregular,
time is an invalid idea.
but cheese is okay.

living room sofa fort
watching christmas vacation;
state of mind travel.

so i've discovered that my xbox 360 (slim) is a device for granting wishes and fantasies. growing up i always wanted to be a hired badass, or a member of the beatles, or a ghostbuster. parents, school teachers, etc. always tell us we can do anything. then i would always say "anything?" and then they would always say "yes, anything in the whole wide world!" then I would say "i want to be a ghostbuster!"....then as usual they would say "well, no you can't do that. why not be a lawyer or accountant?" because lawyers do not bust ghosts and accountants do not kick anyone's ass. but with my new xbox I can now be boring like normal people and still live out my childhood fantasies.