Posts tagged ‘Statistics’

March 11, 2014

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Dead

Full shoes rock smuggler

In the basement before dirt

Hopscotch walk muddler

Parted smirk with mirth

 

In a place with no character

We (they) find a shiny coin

 

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Are insignificant to a point

 

No spokes in the wheel; full circle

Disdain, now, no wound to ‘oint

 

The Players show empathy to Ros and Guil, no disjoint ;

they are also at the mercy of the elements i.e. Hamlet

They desperately avoid blunder and blood red moist

However they can’t undo fate with any willed choice

 

Lifestyle of livelihood

Real-life social effect

In that case I’m dead

Fractionally:  Yes

 

They’ve been gone this whole time

stuck with inquistion in purgatory

They relive this act on track

This fact amends the story

 

We see it in un-, sub-, and supernatural forces:

They are caught in between.

 

Heads

Heads

Heads

Heads

And so on…

October 30, 2013

Media Scandal (Print Shit)

Just up the stairs.

Just down the hall.

Just out the door.

Written on all the walls.

 

Above the low.

Below the Glow.

Until the sun explodes.

We grow into tight repose.

 

Reading, shuffling our eyes;

Mundane, lacking keywords-no surprise.

 

Across the bridge.

Through eyelids and grins.

Ink like squids, afraid.

 

Made up like kids in past days.

 

Read, we’ve skimmed,

Looking for what interests her or him,

Between ads and shit.

Everyone is a witness.

Definitive and absolute on a whim.

 

Vicious id.

Have we truly lived?

 

Overdue when dead.

Leak like sieve, what gives?

All the articles we’ve read.

 

I’ve said.

 

Keeping my head on whilst trying to get fed.

Believing not what the paper’s black print bled.

 

I forgot the daily toilet pages, lest save dread.

Above all, those who remember are intentionally misled.

 

What do they print now-a-days?

What a waste, where’s the good nature?

Empty-headed straight-forward space-case, ready to put you in your place.

 

News Flash: External Cost, all we’ve lost in the name of being current, avoiding danger.

Newspaper Make-up: Corporation, Ads, Assumptions, and naive strangers.

 

Take up logic and stop it…

I usually read more than one.

August 10, 2013

Cancer With Friends

Exotic and foreign object, 

Maligned to find time to find out in time.

 

We all must die.  

 

Unpleasant to rhyme, think, say, or speak.

 

We were best friends, and she was diagnosed last week.

Now, I feel weak, prognosis bleak.

 

The story of life, there is always a story of loss.  

November 11, 2012

Oppressive Options (Now They want to be like Me)

Fans are setting goals in respect to my situation, and talking about words on occasion.  I am in good company; everyone that surrounds.  Complexion not mentioned, hardly ever, always abound.  Those who avoid regressive expression and let it out.  We are found.  We are now.  

Like DKR, Like my roommate.  Like we do.  Like in the BroHaus.  Over and Out.

 

However, I sit and think.  I think and drink on economy, prosperity, reality, and dreams.  How realistic they seem, and how to make ends of means.  I believe.

I guess I believe…

 

I turn pink because I can’t relate.

I read more, instigate, initiate.

 

Not to hate, not to hate.

I’ll extrapolate.

 

Dodge dates, girls wonder why I show late.

Or not at all.

 

Count your blessings.

There are 99 bottles of beer on this wall.

 

Not my fault; I was taught by condition to absolve and revolve.

 

Keep straight forward, on a mission.

Watch out for number one, and wash the dishes.

 

Breakfast in the kitchen; Guinness Extra Stout and Gravity Drip Coffee, eggs, lime, rice, and beans.  Be lean, stay clean, read Minneapolisscene.

 

Write like that, like this here.

Right here, right now.

To exist, not missed, somehow, and still get around.

 

Not so fast, chill out, sit down.

 

So clearly mirror what you are near that you disappear.

Steer clear of fear.

Drink much with peers.

 

Appreciate those you hold dear, and the lack of competition.

 

Wishing like they are fishing for a compliments.

Bitching, that’s how I vent.

Commonsense.

 

And they hold it in.

 

Get asked why I am so happy.

Probably because my smile says fuck you, and inside I want to flee.

Exactly, exactly!

 

Just to be free.

Just to be something like me.

 

So many options and no definitive answers.

 

But freedom and choice cause oppression and tension.

Just go with your gut, end of the lesson.

 

And in my other blog I talk about fucking, and she says its substantial.

Beat that Dane-imal.

She gave me a handjob and called me an Asshole.

 

The day was uneventful, so I slept through it.

 

***

 

Identity crisis, thoughts divided.

Self-minded, ever self-minded.

 

I love you Dane,

Good luck on your goal to out write me.

P.S.  Sorry for drinking all of your SnowShoe Grog Schnapps.  I’ll get you S’more Schnapps soon.

TS-

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