Jump out of bed as soon as you hear the alarm clock!! You may also find it useful spending five minutes each morning saying to yourself: "Every day in every way I am getting better and better" Perhaps it is a good idea to start a new day with the right frame of mind.

i7yci7cyi**let down.


transport. motorways & tramlines. starting and then stopping.
taking off & landing. the emptiest of feelings. disappointed people.
clinging on to bottles. when it comes it's so so. disappointing let down and hanging
around. crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and haNGiNG arouNd.
shell smashed. juices flowing. wings twitch. legs are going. donT geT senTimental.
it always ends up dRRiveLLLL. one day. i am goiingtogrow wings. a
chemical reaCtion. hysterical & useless. hysterical &let down and hanging around.
crushed like a bug in the ground. let down and haNGiNG arouNd. you know where
are with. you know where you are with. floor collapses floating bouncing back annd one
day youlLL know where you are .

i don't know why i never think to instantly reach for ok computer on my psychologically irregular days. plah_plah-plah_plah-plah. i've listened to let down numerous times already, and intend to listen to it at least two dozen more times. what a fabulous song that is. i neglected it for a long while for whatever reason. that was dumb. i often times forget how good it is. but then i remember. and it's great. well. here are lots of poems:


(=)


i tried to fight any urges
or just go numb
during the songs ive refused to listen to
i drink wine so well
and cough so wholeheartedly
sometimes it seems so poor
to think
that most would criticize the life ive chosen
a supposed snob
im so particular about pictures
and my only sources of comfort are cats
with red hair
they leave dead halfeatenmice
and piles of organs by the back door


(+)


"attempting to be ok"
was discovered lying in an empty
bathtub
faceup, following the fabric lines
of the shower curtain
to the ceiling covered in black mold,
the kind that kills you
wondering why everything outside was so disgusting
but enjoying the natural growth
of fungus above
and the trails of smoke
leading upwards from a fresh
cigarette


(-)


after the things you say
stick in my head for days on end
(we could wallpaper the world with the things we write)
and i'd love to believe that
every
word passing through my brain,
every second of every day,
constructs beautiful architecture
throughout my brain’s interior

i'm building my house out of
phrases and the strange life
encounters
there are so many walls to fill
with pictures and flashbulb memories
every chapter seems so short
especially
ours which is why i say yes
consistently to any inquiry

because there are countless walls
and i so desperately want to hang
your face and words
the sense memory of your hands and breath
on as much space as i possibly can.
do the same for me.


(?)