Friday, November 4, 2011

We Forget

We are all
so confused

We look to the sun
for answers

We look to a god
we have created
within our mind
in a world outside

We strive to know
the way nature works
while raping it
through
our daily lives

We all walk around
not knowing anything
and we hope (and wonder)
that we will find
some answers

But there are no answers
only more confusion

As the people fall to their knees towards Mecca
as people sing hymns in church
as the Mayans sacrifice 80,000
to appease
their idea
of god

No one knows

We all try to understand

We lose our conception
of what it means
to live
while attempting
to appease
the almighty

god doesn’t need
(rewards)
god is not looking for
(sacrifices)

As heads roll down pyramids
as priests rape children
as religion starts one more war
no one
realizes
that
no one
knows;
that we are all
confused

The masses
bowing down
in prayer
looking to a sky
for hope
attempting to find the reasons
of nature
through an unknowing god
we have placed
above us

Civilization falls to its knees
while trying to find an answer
to the life question

Societies are overrun
with hate
with evil
with terror
with desolation

all in the name of god:

A god which we forget
is love

(Sunday May 23 2010 12:38 am)

Thursday, November 3, 2011

You can never give a speech at your funeral. You have to give it with your life.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Letter

Dear Todd

Hey Todd, how you been? It’s been a while. I heard you recently got out of jail. How was your stint there? Perhaps holding up a McDonalds at gunpoint isn’t the best life decision, especially at the age of 47. It just sort of ruins that whole, “I was young and stupid” excuse so many like to use nowadays.

Well, you old hippie fuck, I think its about time to cut that long ass hair. You aren’t twenty anymore. That shit is getting to look quite bad. And that hat? Time to get rid of that, too. That thing wasn’t cool when you bought it, and just add that to the fact that it is you wearing it, who couldn’t pull off a t shirt and jeans in this sick culture is more than enough to make nearly throw up just thinking about it. Put down the guitar, buddy. It’s over. Come back to reality. I realize the pot and acid did something to your brain, but you are what John Lennon would have ended up being like if he made it that far into life. I know you are a huge fan of The Beatles, but please, for the love of god, don’t take that as a compliment.

I think watching the Fugitive over and over on VHS can be hazardous to your mental health. That is why I wrote. You really should quit that. I realize that that little tiny gay voice in your head is attracted to Harrison Ford when he is giving himself the shot and he shows his abs even at such an old age, but enough is enough here. Time to throw that movie away. I have plenty of really good Adam Sandler movies from the last decade you can laugh at. You seem out of it just enough to enjoy them. And, if you really like those, I can also pass along some of these Kevin James movies where he only talks about being fat. Any interest in watching Jim Carrey totally ruin his legacy? Its all on film.

I’ve been pretty good. These cats are really funny sometimes. You ever own cats? Oh yeah, I forgot, you can’t own animals due to something in your past you have yet to reveal to me. It is no wonder I never bring my children around you. I’m telling you, that acid didn’t help you much. Sure, finding yourself is one thing, but when it is you that you had to find, in retrospect, it would have been better to do a drug that would have brought you as far away from yourself as possible.

I just really wanted to write to you about the Fugitive. I know it doesn’t seem important, but it is a huge character flaw within you that just reveals all your problems in life. Stop running. No one is after you. In all honestly, no one even really cares all that much. Hell, if you disappeared from society, I’m not sure anyone would notice - even yourself.

I tried this really great drug the other day. DMT. You might want to try it. It might bring you over the edge just enough so that I can even possibly pass some of these new age 3D movies on you with no plot or halfway decent dialogue, but that the public is willing to watch simply because it is in 3D. America is fucked at this point, much like you are, but it was great being able to write you.

I’m not sure if you can even read at this point, but this did something for me, plus my bitchy wife was nagging at me to contact you. I’m not totally sure why. She seems to be fond of you for some reason, and something in my heart has her back about this even though I know deep down that you two are fucking each other. Go ahead, fuck away. The syphilis might twist your mind back from where it is to something resembling normalcy. But, I doubt it. “Imagine” as John Lennon would say.

Well, I have some eggs to cook, a wife to punch in the face, and a turtle head just nestling its way ever so slightly towards reality. Gonna make me some din-din, drink me some orange juice, and beat the shit outta my wife, like a good, normal, white, overfed, slob American does. Do it right, keep it real, and stay fresh.

Your old pal, Allen Weinernuts
Knowing What Could Have Been

Don’t look at what you’ve lost
it might make your heart fall
knowing you never had it

Never look at what you’ve lost
or never quite had
your heart just might hurt
knowing what could have been

(7/24/2011 9:44 pm)

More

I’m not one of these idealists who thinks peace will get something done.

I think going to McDonalds would make me want to throw up. And that isn’t even because of the food. That is just watching the other people there eating it.

We make men into myths they wouldn’t live up to if they were still living.

I consider it a good day if you aren’t missing a large chunk of your head by the time you are going to bed.

Thanks. Thank you. I am lucky to be alive. I am blessed to have been given this great life. I have to thank something, anything. I don’t know what it is. But, I have to be thankful. I have to thank something, anything, whatever it is, for giving me this life that I have.

I forgot how to be funny in written form. But, give me a six day old stale hot dog, a hissing radiator, and a rapid fire Bostitch nail gun and I’m sure it will come back to me.

Is your own life greater than the idea of you?

What will I find out that I can’t believe I never knew before?

Riding a bike is about the journey; driving a car is about the destination.

Never be so fixated on where you are going that you forget where you already are.

“Hey, you wanna fuck?” she whispered softly into his ear. “Ummm, no get the fuck away from me, Grandma” he replied.

“What a shithole” she said as she entered the front door. “Thanks, mom” sarcastically replied the college freshman from inside his dorm.

“Thanks for the flowers” she said to the man whom she had just met for a blind date. “Well, I bought them because I am going to kill you and needed them for your funeral” he replied.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

I'd rather live like a bum than die like a success.