Ball of Confusion

the temptations are the best singing group in the world. if you do not believe this is true, i will fight you. in Montreal they call a cheeseburger fries and a coke a "Trio" as this is numerically and quantitatively true, the word "Trio" in Montreal is a Proper Noun. This becomes confusing when you acknowledge the fact that in the rest of Canada a specific food assortment is referred to as a "Combo" which, other than being an abbreviation of the Adjective "combination" (which is primarily defined as an act or instance of combining; the process of being combined.) But "combo" (similarly an adjective) is also defined as "a small jazz, rock, or pop band" primarily, and secondarily defined as "a combination, typically of different foods". But holding no quantitative value, it is a more general, and appropriate Proper Noun as it includes the possibility of a Combination of 4 or More Items as well as 2 or Fewer. As a Trio (Proper Noun) is in reference to a specific three items, it is restricted to only these items as opposed to being an ambiguous generalized title. i guess what i'm getting at is if i get a "Number 2" off the menu and its a cheeseburger fries and a coke, then i can refer to it as the "Trio" OR the "Combo" and if i get a cheese burger fries and a coke AND chicken nuggets, it is still technically a "combination" but is no longer a "Trio" and therefore is no longer a "Combo" as a combo is a specific combination as opposed to a varied assortment.

Sooooome cookies.

Hesitations

the stopping and thinking the space between blinking the time we take leisure and measure and rhyming and pleasure. the more i sotp to think the less i think i can stop. the act of stopping, the hesitation of going bearing a fine line between green and red, go and shouldn't. bright green sunglasses bright green english classes. i bet mispelling english is just fucking stupid. i'm not afraid to keep going. being alone is terrifying and i won't let that stop me. i can't. the fact that it scares me is the same principal i base the fact that i cannot stop. i have to learn. i have to fear. i have to grow. the show must go. when i can finally write down what i think to the tune of only myself as the audience then i know i will be saying what i mean. this transparency can do nobody any justice. this menagerie is no benefit to anyone. perpetuating the psychological predisposition that has been my greatest weakness since my moment of independent cognition - will do me no good. i need to shave. just a little. i do not like shirts with tight collars. it feels too confining. i'm changing. a lot. and its good. and its bad. and its painful. and its dangerous. and its new. and its exciting. and its terrifying. and its liberating. and its life altering. and i will come out the other end with both legs and arms and still breathing. still running. still swinging.

32-20

i sent for my baby, and she don't come.
and if she gets unruly...

i wake up every morning with a chainsaw in my bed

i stand up every morning with the good lord in my head



impervious to the conjured empathy of the pious. its good to see even the humblest of actors and actresses confess their self made dogma as subconsciously as they do their narcissistic lust for spotlight. you are no different from me. therefore you can never have an effect on my focus.

i called you at 11 in the mownin
i thought you were alone and
i wanted to say hello over the phone and
i thought that you were in but you were out you weren't home and


NOTHING RHYMES WITH AND.


God Damn Son of a God Damn It!

The Show Must Go...

i remember when,
sometime long ago,
i told you this was possible and now i know.
and i remember when,
sometime long ago,
i told you i was strong enough, and now i know.

see this is a reaction,
to our no satisfaction,
we need a little push,
to stop beating round the bush.
and if you think this just can't happen,
cause our no satisfaction,
is beating round the bush,
then here's a little push.

the show must go,
cause i don't know,
if i can grow,
if i can glow.
but now i know,
cause life said so,
i need to glow,
so the show must go.

i remember when,
sometime long ago,
i told you this was all we need and now i know.
i remember when,
sometime long ago,
i told you i was everything you need and now i know.

see this is a reaction,
to our no satisfaction,
i need a little push,
to stop beating round the bush.
and if you think this just can't happen,
cause our no satisfaction,
is beating round the bush,
then here's a little push.

the show must go,
cause i don't know,
if i can grow,
if i can glow.
but now i know,
cause life said so,
i need to glow,
so the show must go.