We

We

All

Smell

Like

Vanity

Used

Life

Is like 

Used

Toilet paper 

You

Can’t 

Reuse 

It 

Alive

We aren’t 

Alive 

We aren’t 

Dead

We aren’t 

Alive 

We aren’t 

Fed

We are

Fed

Up

Fed

Up 

Cheese Whatnot

Cheese 

Whatnot 

Life 

Terrible 

Subconscious 

Truth 

Elate 

No

Bagel 

No 

Bagel 

Lick

The

End

Of

Sanity 

Moscow Mule -Original Short Story

My mental clarity wavers often. I allude to nothing.
“Hey, Marty! You want another Moscow Mule?” Sloan asked me. Her cleavage shimmered under the light.

“No thanks. What I would like is a date with you, sweet thing.” I replied.

“Oh please!” You wouldn’t even know what to do with me, Marty!”

Sloan wiped clean the table next to mine. She winked at me while doing it. She always winked at customers.
“I’m pretty sure I can think of a couple things to do with you.” I chewed on a breadstick and pretended to be interested in the basketball game on T.V. 
“You’re so nasty, Marty!”

Sloan smiled then walked back towards the bar.
Interesting thoughts invaded my consciousness. I tried to think of something else but found it difficult.

The memory of my pet turtle, Spartacus, flashed before me for some reason. I was eight years old when he ran away to join the circus. 

He didn’t really join the circus. That’s just what I told myself to cheer myself up. Though, he was a pretty clever turtle. 
“Hey, buddy!” You don’t wanna’ mess with Sloan. She’s a wild succubus.” An overweight bearded guy commented from the booth behind me.

“Oh really? I figured as much. I’m not looking for anything serious.” I replied then bit into a lime wedge.
A group of inebriated basketball fans cheered loudly at the sight of their team winning.
“Today’s your lucky day, Marty! My shift just ended. So, what do you say we go back to my place?” Sloan grabbed my hand and gently squeezed.

“If we must, we must.” I slapped her buttocks as we walked out into the parking lot.
My mental clarity wavered again. I then awoke from my alcohol induced fantasy. That was the last time I had a Moscow Mule.

Free Art

Clouds

Are

Like

Free

Art

For

Everyone

Nationality

In and out 

Out 

In

Side(s)

Is there

A

Substitution 

For

Consciousness 

???

Sentience 

Is 

Not

Absolute 

Not

Guaranteed 

By any

Stretch 

Of

An unknown 

Unused 

Unstretched 

Imagination 

Nation 

Salvation 

Our

Current 

Nationality 

Offers 

No one 

Any kind of

Lasting 

Compassion 

(passion)

We spit

On

One another 

Then 

Call it

Patriotism 

Pride 

We hurl insults

To invoke 

The

First 

Amendment 

And

Justify 

The

Second 

Amendment 

Why?

Why?

(Why not?)

Why not

Try

To

Get along 

With

Each other 

While we

Still 

Inhale the

Same

Oxygen 

And

Drink the

Same

Contaminated 

Water (!)

Why not?

Must

We

All

Be blind 

On

The

Inside 

And

Outside 

!!!

Must we?

If there is

A substitution 

For consciousness 

Why don’t we

Take it? (Kill it)

Cosmological

No cosmological 

Essence

Could ever

Distort

The

Vapid

Truth

Hidden 

Within

Your

Subtle 

Sub-text 

Text

Slap 

Away

All

Parables 

All

Fables 

They

No longer

Serve you

They no longer 

Deserve You

Or your 

Truth

Pineapple Rings

Injections 

Resembling 

Pineapple 

Rings

Ring

Truth

Within a

Five 

Mile 

Radius 

That

Oddly 

Resembles

Monochromatic 

Compassion 

Squeezed 

Through 

An

Overused 

Instagram filter 

Am I wrong?

Maybe (who cares)

No Answer (Gut)

Pill formed 

Gut 

Misinformed 

Gender 

Stereotypes 

Devour 

Dated 

Rituals 

Tragic 

Narcissistic 

Traditions 

Such as

This

This

This

Monolithic 

Void

We call

“Normal”

(Am I philosophical?)

Where’s the answer?

Pills are 

No answer