Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Why Don't I Find This Troubling ?


I have grown out of having a cluster B personality disorder.
I now have clearly defined 'traits' of Cluster A and C.
Let's just call it a sign of maturity.

Everyone should aspire to get out of B.

B is so yesterday.
It's for teenagers, romantics, dreamers, addicts,
image sluts, (and the co-dependents that love them),
idealists, the undisciplined, the needy,
the sloppy, the irresponsible,
the immature, and the manipulative.

But to be schizoid,
to be avoidant,
to live beyond the world of 'staying open'
to receive more unnecessary pain,
that's evolution.

I lost my taste for cluster B existence.
There is no going back.
One can only move forward with the pure and the new,
in the safety of cluster A and C expression.

I've been around long enough to say with certainty,
that the vacuum cannot destroy us,
but other people can.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Expat In Mandalay


" Hey Dakini Bud,
I hope you remembered to say bye-bye
to all the comforts of home."



Friday, January 13, 2012

Another Vague Goal For 2012


I will try to create meaning

where none exists.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Why No Potemkin Village ?


Because,
people should be forced
to walk through
the Charnel ground
instead.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Is The Russian Some Kind of Genius ?


Yes,
the Russian is
some kind of genius.


He is as vast and mysterious as the Siberian tundra itself.

The Russian soul remains unknowable.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Derivative of What ?


Ah yes,
if only I was derivative of something
or somebody else,
my purpose in life
would be more clearly defined.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Sensitive Material For The Few That Understand


Once you recognize with technicolor clarity,
that most people are lying about their own biographies,
you will understand instantly,
why others don't have the capacity to comfort
in ways that we can actually feel.

This is why some of us walk around with a broken heart:
It's not possible to touch,
be touched,
or connect deeply,
with those that live in fabricated bubbles
of narcissistic propaganda.

Who the hell are we really dealing with
when we get involved with other people ?


And why do so many people have the audacity
to present themselves as being more fabulous
than they actually are ?

It's gross.