Damn thoughts putting damn words in the minds of people walking

into my head space. I feel them pounding

vibrations on my skull, pounding

small talk across my back, and making

me think there might be heaven

waiting in the moat. I feel them looking

at me,

looking at


and seeing someone unrecognizable to myself.

They see me

and they tell me

the things they spit out


but spittle it is nonetheless.

I feel them pounding

vibrations into my skull and making


sounds with their eyes.

They’re telling lies that fade in the consciousness of the day.

The harder I try, the more they think

and smile distantly so as to not be near their apple pie and cable TV.

They’re like hamsters in the cage,

running on their wheel, and sometimes,


I wish I could be just like them.

Dear Mavis

Dear Mavis,

Words often fail me when I need them the most, so I figured I would express my thoughts in the form of a letter. You see, there’s no easy way to say it, but I feel the time has come for me to quit stalking you.

You’re just not that interesting a person. There’s nothing good in your garbage, your underwear is boring, and you have lousy taste in television. I don’t know what to say, maybe we could still be friends, but probably not.

If you want, I could give your address to some friends of mine, but don’t be disappointed if they lose interest in looking through your window as well.

I would like to wish you the best in all your endevours, but I won’t.