Fear is nothing more than a weak and fleeting emotion. It’s not a state of being or existence.

If babies were mimes, would they still be stuck in a box? Seems kind of counter-productive to me.

Late-night TV is quickly making me go insane. Thankfully Talk Soup is there to be my light house in these insane waters.

Weird Laundrymat Inhabitant: “What’re you typing on your phone?”

Me: “I’m writing on my Facebook about how you keep creeping me out by talking to yourself.”

I once knew a toilet salesman. He sure did sit around a lot taking shit from everybody.

There’s a devil in me
But when
You see me sleeping
I’m so peaceful
I can feel you looking at me
Looking after me
If I could open my eyes
I’d see your pain
I’d feel your invisible embrace
If I could open my heart
You’d know
I was there
If you’d open the window
I’d take flight with you
Guided by the earth
Floating through the heavens
I saw you again tonight
You were in my dreams
I dreamt I saw you
Mystically floating
I saw your spirit
Swelling and ebbing
With the wind
You were moving to the next room
But I couldn’t
I couldn’t run fast enough
Enough to catch a crystal clear glimpse
I was walking along
Blocked by your walls
The walls you think are brick and mortar
Are to me nothing but a beaded curtain
In the doorway to your heart
Hiding in corners of forgotten dreamscapes
I’ve seen you sitting, quietly weeping
Behind the curtain
I was too far away
Disconnecting from my shadow
Disavowing the past
Never realizing
Your true physical presence
I was claiming
Falsely touting
That I didn’t deserve it
Through the personal wars
I never lost sight
I never lost hope
That just once,
Maybe tomorrow night
You’ll return to me
And I’ll get one more chance
To gaze forever into your eyes

Tomorrow’s another day. Tomorrow’s another chance to sit back and laugh at all the bullshit.

not photoshopped.

“I met the love of my life tonight. I’m not really sure just how I’m supposed to let my right hand know without breaking it’s heart.”

I saw the strangest grouping in a single purchase at the supermarket. The person in front of me had condoms, bleach, light bulbs, half-dozen eggs, a loaf of rye bread, a quart of motor oil and a Newsweek. I can only assume that he was going to shove the lightbulbs up his ass via the condoms while he made french toast out of the bread, eggs and motor oil. I have absolutely no clue what the bleach & Newsweek were for.