"Ready For The World; The Rotten Ones"

"I only have memories of you. We were just kids, we all met at the zoo.

 I wonder what you are like today. 

Did we waste too much time taming our minds?

Sweaty bodies with tattoos that are slipping and sliding so calmly.

New whims inhaled we called it the art of prevalence for how could we not humor thee.

Anthems from the rooftops, pounding ever so loudly,  just to hear the sounds of serenity 

, screaming never sounded so astounding before this and me.

live to live!, learn to live!

Timing our chugs , 

for a familiar hug would be never made

 forgotten by last weeks fade. 

Only actions could ever stay true like regret in a hazy maze.

drink up!drink up!drink up!
drink up!drink up!drink up! 

                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                          bottles spread over me,                          

                                                                                  a warm blanket made just for this instant sanity.

I can now see that the stars are blending being tainted by these post smoking nostalgic memories that are leading gravity through me, 

Oh, it's gripping its way deep out of me. 

Time has now betrayed me you are both now my enemies"

-  the Rotten Ones

“Something in nothing”

I’m sitting in my backyard. Above me are two very wide trees, I’m not sure what kind of trees. But I do know that the birds shuffling around in them are very annoying. I wonder if the robin is trying to mate with the other one, because they seem to chasing each other around like a game of cat and mouse. But is it even mating season yet for them? Pftt sh*t if I know. Maybe they are “just” chasing each other around.

After looking at the birds for awhile, I began to get bored and my neck was really starting to kill me from looking upwards for so long. So I decided to text Mary, but I realized then as I was digging in my cardigan pocket that my phone wasn’t there. It was then that I realized that my phone has slipped out of my pocket onto the ground well leaning back to look at those stupid birds play cat and mouse. Crackle* Crump* the leaves went as the hard push of my palm went digging into the ground for my cell phone. The crackle and crump of every leaf reminded me of how much I loved the crisp fall weather. I adore fall so much and I really do wish for it to never end. But I guess all things have to eventually come to an end.

“Mary what are you doing” I texted Mary hoping for a fast reply. But knowing Mary she’s probably stoned off her ass sitting on her couch watching MTV or something. Buzz* my phone went off in the palm of my hand. Thank god Mary texted me back with a short coming of only a minute because I could start to feel a breeze come on and I don’t  know how much longer I can stand sitting out here with only a cardigan and some skinny jeans to cover my bare bones. “Stoned dumbass! You?” the text read on the screen. Geez Mary was always such a b*tch, but we’ve known each other since seventh grade so I steadily day by day deal with her. “Nothing at all!” I replied back to her.

In the slow steady minutes I waited for Mary to text me back. I began to wonder why I had just told Mary that I was doing nothing at all. Because really I was sitting out here on this bench texting her, so wouldn’t that be considered “doing something?” rather than “Nothing at all!” and if you really think about it the mere response to Mary’s text was me “doing something” and me just being here in time is well me “doing something”. Like for instance one would easily say that the sky does nothing at all. But if you where to really think about then the mere existence of there being a sky is the sky “doing something” because the sky is, well being the sky, and if you want to go deeper into it then you could even say that a color does nothing at all. But really a color is a color so how could a color not be “doing something” if the color is busy being a color. Also wouldn’t you say that the mere act of “doing nothing” is actually really “doing something” because your “doing nothing” so I guess if one has to use the word does, doing, do. Then you or the object is obviously “doing something” because every time one “does nothing” they practice the art of “doing” which is an action word. So can one not be “doing” But I guess if one wanted to really be a smart ass they could say one could never “do something” if they are dead. But however in fact if one is dead, then aren’t they still “doing something” because there “being dead” –keyword being, being is an action word as well- but lets not get me started on the word being.

Buzz* my cell phone vibrated in my hand. “We should hang out tonight, when your done doing nothing” Mary had replied back.

    

Thoughts from gods bathroom floor

Home is a place of wonder and hope.

Home is the serenity which my atmosphere stands alone.

If only I could run. 

Then maybe it will all be done.

But if I go now then all will probably crumble down, 

and ill be gone.  

With no hope or laughter to be seen ill maybe fall beneath the scene. 

FRIDAY

My brother Timmy's Halloween party started with a parade of high school guys, six packs in hand, piling out of rusted pick-up trucks and climbing the stairs over the garage into a smoky room where loud music blasted through tall free-standing speakers.

     I don't know how he finagled the presence of Diane, cheerleader, since my brother floated with the vocational trade students and not that heady jock circle. But she was there, along with three of her not-quite-as-cute girlfriends, one of whom brought Juanita, a plain and plump foreign exchange student from Mexico.

     Timmy had purchased a keg and strung black-and-orange crepe paper and balloons, tacking them to his ceiling with great care. He'd also vacuumed, and he must have powdered the shag carpet with baking soda or talcum because the place didn't smell like the usual musty beer-soaked dish rag.

     After I'd settled into a bean-bag chair and hit the three-beer threshold, meaning once I'd reached three I couldn't stop, Jim arrived. Don, his sidekick, followed immediately behind him wearing, of all things, creased pants.

    

Pita Pit

It was Cinco de Mayo, and, like everyone else, I was in the mood for Mexican food. I didn't have a lot of time, so I just thought I would walk over to Baja Fresh on the Paseo de San Antonio and grab a quick steak Burrito Ultimo. Unfortunately, everyone else working downtown had the same idea. Fortunately, it made me decide to finally try out the Pita Pit on 2nd Street in San Jose, California.

I had been told to try this place several times, and I know what pita bread is, but I was exactly sure what to expect. Upon entering, I was immediately struck by the uber-cool graphics of huge food characters all over the wall. The place is small, but, lucky for me, everyone else was out looking for Mexican flavors that day. There were only 2 people working the place, which was fine; a cashier and a food preparer. The menu is rather extensive, and was a little daunting given the plethora of combinations an choices available. I went for the wheat pita, and the cashier kindly pointed me to even more choices in the days specials. The buffalo chicken caught my eye, so I snatched it at my ledger. I then was handed over to the food prep area, where I was allowed to choose anything else I wanted on it.

It is like Togos or Subway where you tell the preparer what you want or don't want, any they make it to order. I like this, but it takes a little of blame off the preparer, because if you don't like it, well, it's your own fault!

Fortunately, I am very in tune with my taste buds. I tried to match other buffalo chicken sandwiches I've enjoyed, with some veggies and ranch dressing and Swiss cheese. What made it different was simply the fact that it was wrapped in pita bread. It was a nice change, but I think this particular sandwich is better served on a bun.

The service was fine, the price great, and the choices plentiful. My total order with the drink/chips combo came out to around $7, which was way less than I expected. I do recommend visiting this establishment, I know I will, and with so many choices, never getting the same thing twice!

A photograph with a grandmother

I’ve never seen her this way before. So happy and uncaring, it’s euphoric and very overwhelming seeing her like this. I wonder if she knows ten years from then she is going to be in a series of loveless marriages one of which will be the death of her.

Her posture seems very out of place and awkward, it’s almost as if she where already preparing her self for harsh back pains that she will begin to have after experiencing a very painful fall onto her back in the near years to come. Or could already be preparing her self for harsh back curls she will unwillingly and so helplessly have to do once becoming five months pregnant with a beautiful girl who she will then name after the month ‘April’. 

Also if you look close enough into the picture you will see a tiny but noticeable wrinkle right between her eyebrows where have been lifted to show the horror and tragedy she will have to overcome throughout her Fifty-Six years of living.

Devil in disguise

There's a sting
-Ouch that hurt-
I'm on the floor
-Please no more-
What a bright sight
-To be seen at night-
A tocuh so hard
- It hurt my fight-
Words as loud as my heart
- They left marks on my scars-
Heaven made lover
- Devil from hell-
Simple touch
-What a F*ck-
An I love you
-More like I sh*tted on you-