remember Yourself

Give up
Look up
Corrupt
The Mask
Speak don't Talk
Ran/ Just walk
Tremble under the oceans current
live in the present, the most sincerest moment
Fresh as the flesh on the lower chin
pick a prick and pivot on the suspense
circumstance, like some amazing fee(a)t
crack a smile, show them teeth
break down, get through the day
dont let the clouds split
feel Your throat, temper Your fits
never feel the stains, just float in the rain
until Your bloood sits and
begins to drizzle, following and the funnel of the drain

Define

Born with nostalgic taste, this boy discovered
elasticity, and the negatives of right and wrong,
abnormal, yes, but hardly queer, he sought
utopia and dismissed the plague of fear. He held
them to his solitude, and graciously blinded the
indignants.  They wanted no but
fear always shows the perfect truth.
ultimately, everyone trespassed, no boundaries, is just
limitless, floating into the sky, suffocated by

big, grey blotches, known as clouds but not
until the peoples power did this
tepid idea eventually destroyed, but out of every

destruction, comes a sweeping
evolution that will develop into an
atom, and as these atoms grow they
diverse, separating and branching
loosely into culture, scavenging into creation but
you will never find it

FAFAFA-Fahreidome

      If you look passed the hyperbole of the landmass and really described the city, you would notice the oddity.  The city was an odd like.  This city, known as Mulleno, was the home town to the peculiar.  The people were deranged ranging from the constant physiological disorders such as schizophrenics, multiple personality disorders, disillusioned citizens.  When the citizens didn't have these disorders, they were even crazier than the former.  Not only did the choose to live in Mulleno, they demanded it.  Everyone needed an outlet.  These citizens couldn't deal with the populace.  The blatant sense of normalcy that reigns through the healthy souls, the conformity that twinkles in the eye of the transparent, trying to be like someone who is also trying to mimic a copier.  But these strange citizens, the ones that moved to Mulleno, didn't do it on a whim but an instinct.  Their minds, somehow linked together, told them to come here.  To share the crazy, their irregularities that resided in either their personality or in their minds.  No pretension, no social hierarchy, just strangeness that not only illuminates the streets at night but also the curiosity of the majority.

Sketch Comedy

Sketch Comedy

    There are three men sitting in a room.  All of them facing one another at their yellow, triangular work desk.   Usually this desk steamed many ideas but today, the pot was off the kettle.  Each of those men, Ken, Stark and Frank were completely speech-less when they got the call from their manager Smith McNally. 
    "We need to scratch that first sketch."
    "Scratch....like remove it."  Frank seemed crushed. 
    "Yeah, the early testing didn't get high marks." 
    "Yeah but everyone loves talking monkeys, they must of hired some rich snobs or house-wife's....that's not even our core audience." Stark almost yelled like each one of their sketches linked to some these fucking monkeys.
    "Well just get rid of them, they are not working...you have all day to come up with something new so we can shoot it tomorrow."

The Sucker

I’m a sucker
For trying to try to always do right
And I can feel it in my head
I feel it in my head…
It’s a shame
I’m Ashamed to be so sad
Because I’m not blamed for everything
And I’m to blame for everything!

The things I had in mind
Tried to say but could not get out
Went in my eyes, but stopped at my mouth
In my mind but could not get out
And I thought you knew
I’m shy and got comfortable
Too much smoking in my room
But at the same time missing you!

When I’m not here I’m sitting in my head!

Again I’m a sucker
The one who will dry your lips
Asking questions, always confused
Ha! We just said we’re both confused
And I’m sorry
Sorry I let you blame yourself
For all of the abrupt decisions
Can’t you see it’s all my fault!

And I hate to be the fool
But can’t stand you feeling bad
Too beautiful to be made the cause
So I’ll put this one on myself
But, I thought you knew
The day I’d dance would be for you
And I know it would not make things better
But right now I’m feeling pretty close!

When I’m not here I’m sitting in my head!