Posts tagged ‘Conspiracy’

September 13, 2018

Mac Miller and Donald Trump and Lil Pump and Theories, they are all good to some, and not.

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we can safely say
that Donald Trump DEFINITELY caused
the hurricane–and every other problem in our lives,
set to possibly strike, today.
(Right?! I feel that is what the news is telling me…)
that’s a real sentence, like the news:
allegedly, possibly, here’s my opinion: fact-checked.
tell your Facebook friends in real life about it.
at the same time, in real time,
i ponder revenues and gains
of crises and who pays for the news about possibilities.
(that’s one aspect of an event and objectively real.)
i ponder what if it doesn’t happen?
(i am an economist. a fiscalist. a realist. a human.)
surplus: like gas for escaping.
surplus: like lumber to board up windows.
surplus: like food and supermarket staff…
surplus: of water and winds and clouds, as reported.
petrol to move product to get to you.
.. then again, other tragedy, Mac Miller died, heard a story.
now, i want to start a podcast
called conspiracy theory dad or responsible millennial parent,
get artist before i die… “he wrote this and that.” “Amazing.”
but everyone has a podcast.
everyone makes music and writes words.
everyone is political scientist ready to expound.
everyone is a progressive poet, #RESIST.
everyone is Facebook famous.
everyone is a human being and the same.
everyone has bad days and is at times sad and wrong.
my dad died. i believed in debt. labels define me daily.
told i would never. told i couldn’t. i did.
no matter what i do, anyway, it’s because of how i look.
maybe become a Christian again. maybe.
i believe everyone is good and can achieve if they believe
until they leave. but Mac Miller today.
he filmed a video in a coffin a while back, alive.
self-fulfilling prophecy has him there now still inside.
he wrote a song about Donald Trump, the president,
causing storms and Stormy Daniels news, and pointed views,
read Wikipedia about it on accident a day or so ago.
nothing new, like history.
wow, that all means nothing to me.
wow, that all means something to me.
it’s not like paying debt or working hard or having a plan.
not being involved with consumer debt and ads in the news.
they get you to buy, get you to buy into it…
present an event, present an option to buy, present why.
or, it’s not like
making a sandwich or changing a diaper or getting screamed at.
it’s like asking for a handout and
expecting it as if we were (fill in the blank).
this poem sucks, no potential, and Lil Pump sells millions, fuck!
i am happy for him though, he seems happy too.
he doesn’t cause storms and is alive.

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April 8, 2018

we all know nothing except for that

dusted shades cut the coming light like warm butter,
at the inside hard wooden floor
shadows of imagined exotic and warm,
where rental plants went fastly and
turned terminal in our Saturday’s hue,
in the camera slant, above the golden lamp…
did that rhyme enough for you?
i think i am worried about space debris.
i feel it again, undiscern…
and question everything as everything should be, like:
where are the lunar rovers on earth’s cameras, now?
where are the gods in tragedies, how could they allow?
where are the other sides being told under microscopes amid ads?
deep reflection then a Snapchat to friends
and family who i wish were closer in outer space
and inside with me because of the cold
outside, that is here in April…
what do we call it again… what do we say today… ?
i think they changed it from global warming
to climate change yesterday in below average temps, to
work with our subjective weather model,
so the Narrative can stay the same when it bleeps on the network.
by the negative assertions and constant commercials…
that is why i love modern literary criticism
and the scientific method.
i know nothing, as we all do and i know that.
but you might need this pill to smile.
perhaps something is wrong with you and you can’t tell yet.

July 2, 2017

conspiracy theory

im not a conspiracy theorist i tell everyone that becuase that label has a negative connotation as most labels can and do hold no exact real meaning, i just think the general opposite of what i am told by way of thinking like that tree might fall or it might not but if it does i might ask you how and who what and see what you say to form a counter theory because im a post-modern individualist, and scientific method… i am not sure, like sunday sales in mn tells us we can and cant do something like buy beer on a day and dont ask why just do or dont. shut up and listen or talk the inverse, its ok. so easy to state when we always feel always right about anything and everything even when we cant know with our flawed human languages. ask a jury of my peers to find one word with a singular meaning, protest that because you can. stop.

November 22, 2013

In So Many Words…

The shorter the writing project the harder it becomes.  I have this problem where I write a million or so words and still say nothing at all.  I can’t speak of a single entity within a plethora of black and white lines and dots.  Copious language utilized to convey squat.

The sentences are great, the structure is fine, but the content is shit.

I guess it’s the best written material ever.  I truly enjoy the act of writing, so it has to be, right?

Typing, fingers on the keys, creating something visually appealing on the desktop screen in front of me.  Almost no errors, and it flows, but it says nothing about anything; who I am, or where I live, nothing of relevance or significance-really.  I guess it says I have issues.

This might not be a problem but a successful catalyst for confusion and boredom. An escapist’s venting of real world fixations, deadlines, and the harsh realities one is not quite ready to confront, let alone accept, maybe…

And then I think…

Why change that which is so innately us?  I guess why change the government?  Why change the status quo?  Why change the us we know?

The title of this piece is “Art”.

Why change that too?