conditional

if
is a hook
to hang iron dread on
or pull thread unwoven
when
is a window for staring through blank
or keeping dull warmth in
then
is a lie against time's dispassion,
the sparkle of the bright illusion.
so is, so isn't:
if i can -
when i do -
then i will be -
: my empty claims to power

Wanna get an ocean of pleasure?
My goal is to make you end
Don't forget me

deep thoughts

how can i make a gmail filter that automatically deletes corporate holiday greeting emails?

if thoreau had spent his 2+ years on walden pond hashtagging his daily life on instagram and collecting likes, i wonder if he'd have learned the same lessons.

am i maybe leaning too hard on the crutch of technology when i tell siri to remind me to eat a granola bar tomorrow morning?

spam love

can we please just take a moment to appreciate the accidental joy that is dirty spam mail? this fine morning, one Sheryl writes me:

You Have An Urgent F%%k Message
I desire to have some wet night!
Need a sex in my office At first we are going to do some butt stuff
Do you want to see me undressed? Bye cutie

4

circling
trying to land
or taking off
or maintaining altitude?
all of the above
none of the below
cut loose in the wobbling blue

---

you are sick
made dumb
handed a megaphone
and an ice cream cone.
  unknown slaughter
  is ideal war

---

i'm busy these days!
i keep.
being busy.
doing fills my days
doing fills me up
with a bloated nothing

---

swirling thru the circuitry of death
switching on to switch off to switch.
is the measure of mental health
a lack of leaks
a count of caught exceptions
an immaculate implementation

i went to japan for 2 weeks.

here's a photo. photos capture nothing, so i took very few. this one is useless. it's from a bamboo grove in kyoto that will be endlessly photographed by tourists for as long as it stands. google the experience.

cynicism aside, i had a wonderful time. got to reconnect with old friends. sadly, i could remember so little of my life there. even the small streets and alleys surrounding the area where my apartment once stood seemed permanently unfamiliar. i missed it all as i re-experienced it, but it was like missing someone you haven't met.

spam poetry

What is cracking?
Try succumbing to your lust.
Goodbye, Heaven.