Pitiful GiantsWhen it's your third second chance, you got a fucked up mind.
When it's your third second wind, you should've went to sleep.
The third time is a charm, problem is the charm stays behind.
After that, you just start digging and the hole is quick and deep.
If I don't tell you what I need from you, I can't hold you to blame.
But when I do tell you, I can blame you? Is that the way it works?
Is that how I will allow myself to finally hate your name?
Can I set free who I used to be, or will he always lurk?
You just forget about me. I really want you to.
But when you forget about me, I don't know what to do.
I ask you to forget about me, it's all for the best.
But if you did forget about me, another failed the test.
Our Souls Have TouchedI have a lot of love to give. And though it's more often misplaced, disrespected, and not returned, it still remains. I think it's maybe that I say, "I love you," to everyone I even remotely love. Perhaps, I have devalued the term? Maybe it's that I mean something other people don't mean when those words are said aloud.
I fall in love because there's a combination of sexual attraction and mutual respect. I love you because I think you're one of the ten percent of people that makes the other ninety percent of people look as shitty as they seem to me. I love you because if you were in my life for the next twenty years, it wouldn't be enough. I love you because I can't not say how I feel around you. I love you because you don't make me feel bad for telling you the truth. I love you because you can't see what I see when I look at you.
I can't stop loving you until you know that you are more than you think you are. I can't stop loving you until you realize it's not a bad thing that I do. I
Self-PsychotherapyIt's all about relation.
If everything I am
Is about how other people feel about me
If 52 hours in jail was Hell
Not because it was jail
But because I was alone
With only my thoughts
For 52 hours
Then what is the next step?
When they say you need to suck it up
And start putting yourself first
They don't tell you HOW to do that.
What they should tell you
Is to start practicing
Being the way you want to be.
Try being comfortable with how you feel
And with calling people out when they do things
Things that fuck with how you feel.
Real friends will respect that you say what you mean,
Even if they're angry at you for saying it right now.
That shit fades out
And then all you can do
Is sit back
People don't fight with a stranger
Unless it's about something they love.
Most of the time, we fight with the people
The people that we love.
Because without love,
You can't care enough
To be bothered.
And being bothered,
That's when change is easiest.
When you're annoyed,
Immodest PropsalI propose that we begin feeding the rich to the poor. This April 15th, when everyone's taxes are in, anybody who made more than $100,000 per person living in their home will be arrested, convicted of Egregious Wages, executed in Texas, de-boned, baked in honey barbecue, cured, packaged, and served FOR FREE as a Slim Jim to children of low-income families. I wanted to serve them to all poor people, but my political adviser said I absolutely had to use the phrase "children of low-income families" if I was gonna stand a chance at being heard in today's news-ticker/soundbite culture.
This may seem unnecessary, even dangerous, but I assure you I have thought through these ramifications. On the economic front, the companies who lose their highest paid employees will have many open positions. And with those open positions no longer being the burden on the company's funds they once were, more money can be funneled into charities and research. Imagine it! Every company in America suddenly has j
The Simplest of TruthsLoving someone doesn't stop. It grows, it changes, it mutates through some biological process that cannot be helped or hindered. Loving someone doesn't end. Not when they do. Not when what you had together does. Not until you end. Loving someone doesn't get easier. It starts easy. And then it becomes difficult. And sometimes it's so hard, you wish you didn't love at all. But loving someone doesn't stop. It becomes a part of who you are, they become a part of why you wake up, and love itself becomes the only value you ever had in life.
How To Lose a Friend in 5 VersesAnd our whole relationship just devolved
To a bunch of Likes on my Facebook wall
And here I was, concerned we were through
I guess I'll lie about it. That's what you do.
This just what happens when you know someone long,
You try and try to like but there's always somethin' wrong.
It's just in my head and it ain't nobody's fault,
I wish I could believe the bullshit that you drop.
No, man, no problems. Everything's fine.
That's why I don't pick up when you're on the line.
You're crazy, you say. It's just your own mind games.
That's why I don't reply to texts from your name.
But, dude, these red flags. This shit happened before.
You just walk away? Claim you got an open door.
Well, I don't believe you, I stay a stutter-step ahead,
Hear that? Nothin'. This friendship's fuckin' dead.
If I can't like you, then guess what? I don't.
I ask you give a shit while knowing you won't.
I told you before this shit didn't work and somehow,
Got talked into a retry and look at us now.
I want out. I want
GAY: an A and B conversationA: I got the new one. This level is way cooler than the mansion in the last one.
B: Why aren't these zombies chasing you?
A: They start out slow in this one. When you hop on the bus, they're attacking you.
B: So, you can really go to other places?
A: Oh, yeah. It's awesome.
[A plays for a minute, while B reacts to the screen]
B: ...Oh shit!... Why not just shoot him?
A: The knife does way more damage and I don't have a lot of ammo.
B: Dude, go to the bus, I wanna see it!
A: Alright, alright.
B: Is the driver dead?
A: Yeah, he's a zombie, but he doesn't attack me.
B: What the fuck! They're climbing through the window?
A: In a minute, some of them will be on fire.
B: That's insane.
B: Oh, fuck that guy.
A: That's bullshit. That fucking zombie was gay.
B: Hey, don't do that.
B: Gay. You haven't said gay around me for a year and suddenly this month, you start back up.
A: It's not intentional.
B: That's some subconscious shit you're doing there. Making me feel like I'm bac
Bitter, Much?You want a friendship with me? You CAN have it. If you wanted to call me, you'd call me, I'd answer, we'd chill. But if you don't want to hang out with me, guess what? YOUR LOSS. Because for all my flaws, no one in your life will care about you as hard as me. No one in your life will tell you everything inside of them like I will. No one in your life will fight with everything in them to stay alive, make it big, and help as many people as I can. You should want to be there with me. You should be honored that I want you there. And in all of your time with me, if you've been taking it for granted that I give a shit, then fuck you. Fuck you in your small mind. Fuck you in your horny dick. Fuck you in ways you can't imagine yet because I'm pretty goddamned creative in my attempts to destroy the people who hurt my feelings. I won't ever let you forget about me. You'll be so fucking sorry you tried to abandon me. I will leave a scar in your heart before I'm done.