SilentEarth

Fresh. Fast. Fun. Now don't look at me like I'm the inconvenience. You're the one who decided to cover a fifteen-dollar tab with a hand-full of dimes. Yes, grimace as I pass you your excess change, it's terrible to receive this burden of worldly goods. I slave in this booth for an hour for that much money, which you're so eager to throw away. Good day, now second window please I've got another four orders to cover. Credit card. Register out of printer rolls. Restrain self. Collect self. Their disgust in your work only shows how useless they'll be later in life. The lack of self-respect they'll have from knowing a days work. I'd kill to be

He was a man who had had anything Who became a man who had lost everything And as he looked to those that he robbed He found hope in that they gave him something.

I'll be writing you a letter soon   To try and explain my point of view It's going to be short    I'm quite bad at expression And riddled with ambiguity    with symbols    with vaguety        Anything to make it hard to understand             Because I don't It'll be on lined paper     I don't have any parchment        (God only knows the difference) It'll be in pencil     Smudged over     Erased      Blurred It's not an important letter     If it was it would be easier to write Its just something I want to say      I just don't know if I'm right

Travis, Lauren and I go to Goodberry's. Not as exciting as Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle

Dark begining Ship smoke horizon Chill winds and warm breezes All come at once Drops falling Thunder clashing Lightning streaks and splits the sky Chaos reigns the night Sky lightening Rain running down Blue sky tears open the clouds The world is born again

I had it here I swear I did My eyes are starting to tear Like those of a little kid It was a wonderful poem Of bad luck and sad luck Oh such a beautiful poem And now my mind is simply stuck There was a problem I think Many infact With someones day; a kink! A row of dreadful acts But I don't want to say more now Or it might change I don't know how but it'll just be strange

Oh, disgusting, slimey, fat dripping ooze As over stuffed as D.C. shoes So delicious, so crude There's nothing as beautiful, as good old fast food.

Tired Is depressing, sad, and old Dusty, musty and rusty Clothes that dont fit right Tired Is peaceful, calm, and warm Cuddly, snuggly and nuzzly Silks that are feather light

On a trampoline At one with friends Lying all together Conversation on all ends On the causalality And the casualty Of sex and cookies, While in the rain

Trying is something I do I do not do this well It's only something I have to I do try You know It's hard And doesnt show But I try I hope you know