All My Friends

    Those damn birds were harping like car alarms yesterday when I took that first step outside my apartment and I planted my cane in the sidewalk the way I do everyday like I’m trying to drag the ground under my feet which is so often the way I do things and I did so all the way to the subway where I had to sit next to the same blond teenage mother with her fucking baby again and good sweet Christ the little fucker was smiling at me which I can’t understand because I was scowling and glaring him down like I wanted him to melt off his bones the whole damn time but he just smiled and laughed and his mother cooed and cooed like a retarded owl but eventually I got off the damn thing and went to the office where McKinney was making another one of his bullshit “New Media” presentations and good sweet Christ I should’ve fired him right there on the spot but the other directors think he has some good ideas so I just scowled at him and he gave me a doll-faced smile like he couldn’t even tell but that’s not even the worst part because the worst part is when I went to the corner deli that I go to every day and I ordered tuna on rye like I do every day and I always say “Tony, not so much mayo, please not so much mayo” but lo and fucking behold there was about a metric ton of mayo on the sandwich and I never want to start a fuss so I just scraped it off and I scowled at Tony too but he just smiled like he just baked me my favorite pie which is obviously far from the truth and then I went back to my apartment, got washed up and went to bed…
    …and then the next morning I heard a crash and a bang and a boom and a ca-crack-cra-kow and when I looked outside my window there were no birds chirping and no cars on the street and most of the houses on my block looked like burning eggshells so I thought “My God, My God, the terrorists picked us, they picked here” and I kicked myself for living in such a bull’s-eye of a city and I wondered if all my friends would be okay and I remember praying “Dear God, let my friends be ok, just let them get out of here alright” and I kicked myself again for wishing this on them because I knew they just couldn’t have deserved it and I nearly cried at the thought but then I heard an ambulance siren coming down the street and a dozen people came out of the back of the vehicle shouting for people to come out of their homes and I saw that mom with her brat and McKinney in his dumb gray suit and Tony from the deli, still in his mayo-smeared uniform…
    …so I heaved a sigh of relief and took a step out of my apartment, dragging the ground under me and wearing a beaming scowl.

Twitch

I have a weird nervous twitch

In my left eye

It started flaring up again

Recently

On a field trip as a high school freshman

It twitched when some hot senior

Fixed my stupid Harry Potter glasses

And smiled at me

I’m on my living room table

(We’re friends again)

Making pylons and probes

Pylons and probes

Pylons and probes

Keep it up.

Alt-4-E, 4-E, 4-E,

I have a routine going

Not that I’m accomplishing

Much but somehow leading a fake future army

To victory is the closest I come to feeling

Like I’m accomplishing much of anything

These days.

Did you call your uncle?

No, haven’t gotten around to it

Plus there’s a time difference,

Click click click click 4-E

Well, you need to be thinking about this

Click click twitch twitch 4-E, 5-Z,

And that, don’t forget that

Click twitch twitch 5-Z-Z-Z

You know if this writing thing doesn’t work out

Twitch twitch 4-E

Law could be perfect for you

Click click attack.

But there’s money

Twitch.

And you never did get an internship

Twitch.

So you need to be thinking about this.

You need to be thinking about this.

You need to be thinking about this.

Good game

A Thanksgiving Poem

Let's give thanks

Let's get fat

Let's put on the pilgrim's hat

Let's go out

Let's stay in

Let's sit down for our din-din

Let's hold hands

Let's say grace

Let's all never leave this place

Let's eat turkey

Let's eat pie

Let's get full and drunk and die

Let us keep our faith as our world's shattering around us

Let us forget all the things that constantly surround us

Let us take our places and we'll let this moment ground us

Let us fuck

Let us fight

Let us kiss and say “Goodnight”

Let's all smile

Let's all beam

Let's spray on some nice whipped cream

Let's all laugh

Let's guffaw

Let's remove the things we saw

Let's have wine

Let's have beer

Aren't you glad that we're all here?

Right now we've got turkey carving,

But tomorrow, we'll be starving.

Project Reality

Love is Nintendo’s third home video game console.

Japan, North America and PAL regions value it greatly and are deeply committed to it.

Philosophy and religion had weaknesses.

Japanese social interactions in later life are modeled on

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

The concept of “universal love” also received praise from critics.

Cartridge size varied from a general expression of positive sentiment

to the initial passionate sexual desire that promotes

the evolution of the first person shooter.

Competing systems from Lust and Hate are both considered temporary.

Pleasurable, sexual love, personified by the god Turok,

was discontinued in 2001.

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This piece was created from words and phrases on these two pages:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nintendo_64

Unplugged

Thin wires sing weakly and hoarse

Black residue clings mischievously to fingertips

Pickups lean off-kilter

It matters not; they are silent.

Was it three years? Four years? Five?

Such claims would be unfair.

Just a collection of moments

Chords strung out of sequence, only occasionally,

Without a clear goal.

They don't sing loud enough

Play faster

Fingers don't hold tight enough

Play faster

Grasping for the frets, for the pick,

for meaning.

The human voice has wires

Notes that don't ring clear enough

Not enough force to strum through

If there was an amplifier

And the black rusty glue was brushed clean

There would be a symphony

Not a cacophony

The best amplifier is in my head

And if there's only one outlet

Why plug in anywhere else?