sYMBLS

In words
thoughts on screen, jotted, blogged

Published, informally, googlenated, googlized, gluegled, gluegled, gluegled

Who gives a flying...
Who gives a rats flying.....
Who gives a spider who swallowed a fly

The recurrences...my mind sees them like flies on dog poop
Like the stray dog poop i see on the sidewalk
And the pollution wafting over the poop into my nostrels

Here I am...in no mans land.....typing crap that you recognize as crap

I have been reduced to a cafe customer, to a family member, to another person

The life here is objectively worse
Objectively pathetic for some
Unequivocally a wasted lifetime
Unequivocally the stupidest way to spend a day
That is, selling rice and fried pork skins for pennies
Unenthuaistically soliciting passerbies to buy your dog poop

Fuck poverty
What a stupid bitch of a problem
It is not empathy that will change this place

It is anger and resolution
But the task is super difficult
And I, too, would rather just escape to the States

Social Dynamics

- "Whom are you talking to?"
- It's "who" not "whom"
- Who?! okay...okay

- ha ha ha, I thought it was whom too
- how was the wedding?
- do tell!
- ha ha ha

Whom do I talk to?
How do I talk?
I want to impress them
But why?
What am I going to prove
What is this rediculous game, and who started it?

Smile, eye contact
Fake laugh, bad handshake
Forgetting names, telling fibs
Good conversation, quality jokes

This is how we interact
This is how we establish friends
start romantic relationships
form opinions
define personalities

The thick of it

The fabric of conscious life
A brilliant design cut with a dull pair of scissors
A volatile and provocative image
Set against the serenity of unconsciousness.

I don't understand it
I don't believe anyone does

From where this field marshal stands
We are clowns in the dense jungle brush
Carefully juggling our self-esteem meters
Performing for the tall trees
Breaking a sweat to amuse plant life

Routines spring up like weeds
Insects come out in the summer
And the lions have it good

Roman Candles

All warriors, we fight with Roman Candles.
Not to conquer, because power is false.
It's to impress.
Look at us.
Like this, we will go the way of the Romans.

Maya

Mayan people
Conquered, converted, and set free
I feel the same way

Some hustlers, some druggies, kids with a ball
Boats, buses and days go by
Expectations being satiated

Set by a lake beneath volcanoes in the forest
I wish I could call this town special
But the HDTVs and blue jeans say it isn´t

It is only special outside of town
Villagers paddling the lake, children laboring firewood and avocadoes
Tourism is finally out of sight

The harder it rains the more obvious it becomes:
Life is crazy