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!

Masochism

Samantha took her short, trimmed fingernails and scratched bobby’s arm revealing blood that dripped to his hands and down his fingers.  He discovered his wound, chuckled to himself, ran his left hand through the cut, playing with his own discharge with an enormous grin on his face.  After studying his new marks, he tilted his chin upwards, staring at Samantha, sending her direct eye contact that bled through the surface of her, and searched for something.  He continued to search though those hazel eyes, for a reason for this abuse and the reason they were even together in the first place.

Stance; Heart

Stance: Heart

Cultivate, Idealize, Enslaved by the breed
Someone, you, hold the water for me
Decide on the structure, plead for trembles
Can you open? My hands are tied, you must assemble
Blinded by the Alive, Awake to be Dead
Burned by the furnace, Opened in the Shed
I can't go back, I don't even have a bed
Tracks laid down by past generations
Some may follow, others watch with a patience
Others build their own, Some construct them for others
but no one listens to their mother
The sky is just a far fetched wish
Those white clouds are just served on a gray dish
Frowning with a smile in their eyes
Truth speaks no words but silence, Tells it all,
Sometimes the fall can be the first to fragment
Shattered and Scattered afar
All the black couldn't hide the ashes in the stars
Sprinkled and Trickled down to the Saviors
All the chemicals wouldn't change our behaviors
These lonesome faces, paces to the left and right
But no one, not even Death, could take a blind mans sight
Those bones stuck in the mud still look beautiful
And us humans, just keep building and building
Using our hands, our craft and labor, filling and filling
Soon it will be stacked up
Leaving this Constructural generation and decide on a new layer
So all we are doing, is doing our future selves a favor
Lets hold the Earth and keep it cool

Dancing on a Gut Feeling

So I woke up today with a busy head full of nothing
And you know Hun?,
I'm so far away.
And I'm sorry to dive so quickly, but the pain in my gut just seemed to pure
And you know what?,
Today I just feel like dancing.
So I found this other life, going to have a house with a monkey
Worried dearly about the future,
But I just feel like dancing.
So I'll ignore you, your not understanding, we need the time for the future!
And yeah I'm worried dearly,
But in the meantime I just feel like dancing.
And I know I'm happy, my mind is clear and my giggles don't sound the same
But you know Hun?,
Ill just keep on dancing.