Mathematics

There are good and bad things everywhere.
The question of the goodness or badness
Of a thing is a question of ratios.
Pythagoras invented mathematics
And he called it "The New Magic."
Then he leaned back and with his finger
Removed a small piece of tobacco
From his cracked and bleeding lips
That had been left there after the drag
He took from his hand-rolled cigarette.

notes for a chart that is shaped like a circle

information under-represents reality:

When I get home after one shift of teaching and one shift of making,

I find myself ripe to edit 'what I'm doing with my life' on okc.

every day I feel like I know a little better, and this is good. this means things are good.

the internet is freaking me out:

it occurs to me that this distinctly condenses the chain of links between

trying to figure out what I am doing and wanting to fuck.

hototogisu

cuckoo,
i too sing, spilling thoughts,

it was my last chance to say anything to my chess teacher ,
and i did not. why didn't you do this.
you feel bad because saravuth is displaced, sometimes homeless,
gifted, probably a little crazy, cambodian,
obsessed with james joyce, a father of three,
ruthless at chess, stuck in new york,
negligent, sweet, violent, trampled upon,
traumatized, riddled with shrapnel,
a college graduate, vagrant intellectual,
desperate, lonely, very different, not so much from you—

our conversations fall flat after some time.

each of us has but only one song to sing,
and i am always singing the same song,
but you get tired of hearing this guy's song,
the dirge of pride, trampled upon
because you have no choice but to feel bad when you talk to him,
or you feel bad when you take the long road around union square
just to avoid seeing him
but then,
then,
somehow,
you don't feel bad
you don't feel bad anymore,
and then you start thinking
about something else

Still Ill

Today

sup duder

owwww

yo

haha

what's up??

you in uk still?

shit i moved to chicago for a bit

found alot of work out here

sweet

audio

yeah 200$ a show

3 shows a month

under the table

plus ill still get enemployment and whatever odd job i work that week

sweet

and i got a hott ass girlfriend

sweet

i gotta run but good to hear from you

yeah dude

nice to hear from you

stay ill

You are not online.

decency

there are no bad words.

but i could never bring myself to say ______.

i would never be taken seriously again.

SKY

Blazing sun,

sets low so slowly,

pavement swept

of warmly life,

bearings freeze

as it gets colder,

the journey ends

with the next

turnpike.

SCHOOL DAYS

Magnificent teeth
don’t be ashamed

sweep the kidney beans
closer

piles now, all the kinds in piles

remember:

always someone will be your carrier

to carry you there
then back

the tree looks nice
so you may scramble through
the yard

where somehow everyone’s mom
looks like the first lady

and Isabelle Eberhardt drowned

she floated through the corridor
while all her ink
bled into water

the flood, her carrier

and you, your own

faint vision where
street lights bleed like
messy stars

the reds, the whites
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