Expletive attributives

Expletive attributives are apparently evil
Or at least immoral, unethical, shameful, perhaps despicable.

So, in case you feel tempted, here are some alternatives:
Coitus, copulation, vulva, divine retribution, Jesus of Nazareth, feces.

But I think that people who act as though expletive attributives are evil,
Are a great big load of bull.

And only unconsciously desire to maintain the appearance of ethicality,
By whatever means seems easiest.

And taking affront at the usage of a particular word is very easy,
But discerning the hearts of others is not.

It is Hellaciously Hot in My Apartment

Sweat glistening mist on my flowing leg hair

Sticky soda stains in my mouth and lips

Naked now, and still dripping sticky sweat

Smells of dirt and taco trash fermenting

Los Angeles September Afternoon Heat

I must destroy all heat producing electronics I possess

Laptop, toaster oven, TV,

The fans I set up are blowing hot air in from the windows

So September, Is this your best shot?

Force me back to the suburbs from whence I came

With AC and backyard pools and every house the same

A peaceful life if climate controlled safety

Blissful golf and tennis

Big green yards (with real, growing grass)

But I want you, September.

I melt in you with 18 million other Angelinos

This is a place to greet the world and melt

And become a real individual man

And make my own name

But it is REALLY hot in my apartment!

How it is

We are humans and we recognize that
we are limited and we believe it
we will fail many times

And though failure is a part of success
and though getting back up is the sign of a strong individual
and though Jared thinks i;m overemphasizing the win-lose dynamic....

I fucking hate losing

T-pain sings, "all i do is win win win no matter what"
And I couldnt agree more
I agree that winning matters

I agree that losing is losing and winning is winning
I believe sports are pointless and entertaining, but symbolic and still pointless

losing, winning, tying, farting....I am going bizerk

And then i step back and appreciate
Reset and appreciate the space, my limbs and brain and faculties
...my youth and experiences and potential
...my sight and hearing and financial situation
....god I love my family

And then I try to win again
And I will

gRRR

I have to say
I'm digging my poetry recently
Well guess that's ok

In other news
I'm having a kid and wtf?
I got the blues

Life's a bitch
I need a job real bad but
I don't want it

& ppl r GAY
They do stuff that makes me mad
Like type that way

Well that's me
How about you, or do I care?
I think I do.

maybe

Technology

Amanda's on the couch
And I'm on my phone
Typing an email to no one
And listening to 90's alternative rock

My place

Falling asleep and waking up. Two moments so raw with deeper feelings that they almost seem to define me.

What dances through my unconscious as I finally lose control of my attention?

Who am I in the grand scheme?

I want to keep away the blahs. I hate the blahs. I hate the blahs. Tazor me and throw me off a bridge. Introduce me to a gorgeous woman and wrestle me into submission.

I wasn't meant to live like this. I was meant to fight for survival and sexual partners.

I probably would have been a beta male and then killed the alpha at a timely moment.

I would have been a great cavedweller cause I am smart. I would have led great hunts and the women would have fought for my attention.

I would wear the big bear fur and the shark-tooth necklace.

I would yell at my friends, but never at my children.

I would have kept the group safe and informed.

whata?

Here, it's come: impossibility of the interaction situation
  Devastation shall commence in silence, a frozen glance
    Frozen in memory like a trance
Fuck! I don't want to deal
  Don't want to do another repeat of this whole fucking spiel
    I never signed a contract for this shit--
“These three words here ten times a day
  “Sound earnest! Act like you love the show!
    “Really grow into the character till you can't tell”--
Tell what? That I used to have a penis and a mote of courage?
  That I wouldn't take all this social nonsense?
    Bow down to the God of taboo and peer influence?
Write a fucking memoir in my will to my kid?
  “Enjoy life while it lasts son... it's just a blast!”
    Yeah that's rich. Condense 50 years to a 10-word axiom.
So what is this just a rant profuse with profane
  Stuff? Did I say enough, too much? I'll refrain
    Restrain, sit back and let the world drain and drain
I'll behave, institutionalize my brain and obey,
  Knock off another 40-hour hallucination, delusion
    Fast-paced American confusion--

    Always thinking that the meaningless is Real
      Always hoping that the meaningful is just a Dream
        And assured beyond a shadow of a doubt that
          Dreams
            Are
              Never
                Real

Desire

There is so much desire.
So much passion being repressed.

So much life waiting to come out.
And i know it;s not just me.

That coach with his eye on the trophy
And that boy with his eye on the girl

We don't want inner peace. Inner peace is for sissies.

Bring on the fucking challenge
I did it today
Let's do it tomorrow

Is that how it feels?
I can deal with that. I need that.

I need obstacles so I can overcome them.

I need challenges so I can enjoy facing them

I need pain. I need to feel alive.

boy meets world

Love! That is a big thing, it is a big part of life

It's the subject of half the songs, and half the movies...

But stop quantifying it, stop making movies! Stop tipifying the experience.

It is not about the feeling, it is about the girl.

It is the human condition, but it is an individual experience. And she IS special.

Don't tell me what I'm feeling, because the chances are I know and you are just being too realistic.

"why be realistic?"

Don't deny me this energy, this reawakened passion for life

I don't want marraige....I want her

I am not afraid of failing, of being hurt. I am not afraid of making bad jokes, embarrassing myself, meeting her boyrfriend.

I am not afraid of being cheesy, bring on the cheese

bring it all on

Body Health

He does drugs
I've heard it all
He's got problems
I know
We all have problems

And his mom is 84 years old, very ill
And their insurance won't pay
And their child has a lung problem
A heart problem
A mind and a body

There's a tendency to overestimate the body
To not appreciate the system
To not worship the organism and supply it with what it needs

I hope I can eat healthy
I am making a decision to eat healthy
And live healthy
I need my body
I worship the organism

It's not vanity, but it is self-interest

Shmack Down

Push off and away from the psycho babble
Squeeze past and shimmy by the me plus world schematic
Casually forget the authority figures and critics and whoever else smothers you
Float away from the conversation and leave the planet

You are asleep, adream, and at last afloat
Your imagination is unfastened and your time is uncounted

Pearly gates, compound fractures, whatever it is
It is yours to imagine and explore

Until your REM cycles wind down
And the sunlight creeps in
Right as the wooly mammoth you were talking to decides to aimlessly wander and disappear
You awake

You awake 6 minutes prior to your alarm clock
65 minutes before you have to be there
3 days until the big whatever
21 days to pay the whoever
13 months until the wedding
And a few hundred months until the big sleep