"Can you tell me how to get there?"

- List at least 3 things about yourself for each letter of the alphabet.

- Add any comments in [brackets.]

A: Anemic [-iron deficiency.] Assonance [-ass-on-ants - hah!] All [-in due time…]

B: Beethoven [-Moonlight Sonata ♥] Bass [-guitar.] Boobs [-are awesome!]

C: Chaos [-theory.] Cook [-ies!] Claustrophobic [-to tha maxxx.]

D: Disaster [-ous.] Damned [Queen of ‘em.] Dustin O’Halloran [-is a God.]

E: Ematronic [-that‘s me.] Electronic [-supersonic.] Evil [-twin.]

F: Français [-french.] http://forgetmeallinduetime.blogspot.com [-blog]. Fiend [-MISFITS! ♥] 

G: Graphic [-design.] Grass [-is green.] Gin [-makes me gag.]

H: Halloween [-on Military Street, by ICP.] Hospital [-smell also makes me sick.] Hopeless [-romantic.]

I: Industrial [-music is my favourite.] Insomniac [-I‘m sleepy…] Insane [-just a lil bit.]

J: Just Jack [-…hahahaha!] Junkie [-music junkie, that is.] July [-eleventh, nineteen ninety one.]

K: Kiwi [-♥] KRONOS [-…I have no clue, I just watched The Incredibles…don’t ask.] Kcuf [-that’s “fuck” backwards ‘cause I’m running out of ideas.]

L: Love [-at first sight.]  Long lost [-family] Leopard [-print whore.]

M: Music [-of course.] Mutant [-SPORK] Memories [-are nice.]

N: Never [-forget.] Ni [-the knights who say it no longer say it.] Numb [-my toes are…it’s cold.]

O: Opus [-36 by Dustin O’Halloran is beautiful.] Organic [-is the way to go.] Orgasmic [-ha, I couldn’t think of anything else…]

P: Piano [-I love it.] Post [-traumatic stress disorder.] Please [-sir, may I have some more?” …haha, I hate that movie.]

Q: Quiet [-, The (2004) -- it was filmed at my old high school, I was an extra.] QUARK [-newspaper editor.] Quit [-I tried.]

R: Resolve [-by Apartment 26 makes me cry.] Reefer [-Madness: The Movie Musical is my favourite movie!] Re [-peat: “Pete and Repeat were on a boat. Pete fell off. Who was left?”]

S: Second [-rule of Fight Club: don’t talk about Fight Club.] Sesame Street [-can you tell me how to get there?] Samsung [-Black Jack II (my phone.)]

T: TOOL [-is my favourite band, ever. Maynard James Keenan IS God.] Traveler’s [-insurance…I don‘t have it, I just thought if it though…] Time [-by Pink Floyd scares me]

U: Under [-the influence/-Pressure/-Byen --does that count as three?] 

V: Vicarious [-ly I live while the whole world dies.”] Vertigo [-fear of heights.] Vampyre [-Love, by The Misfits.]

W: Writer [-I write.] Worldly [-I’ve been around the world…somewhat.] When [-might this end?]

X: Xylophone [-zylaphone.] XXX [-that’s porn…again, losing ideas here…] X [-marks the spot!]

Y: Yawn [-I’m le tired.] Yarn [-is itchy…my sweater…is wool, though.] Yes [-I’m almost done!]

Z: Zebra [-print is pretty cool.] Zoo [-I haven’t been to one in a really long time.] Zzzz [-nightnight.]

They Call Me The Seeker

Something different.

"I asked the Beatles...

People tend to hate me, cause I never smile...

I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man."

Issues?

Trust me.

It's all in your head.

I trust you.

It's always in my head.

Trust me.

I put it in your head.

I trust you, 

It's always in my head.

[repeat as much as necessary]

Regrets

[these are old.]

1.

I think I may just burst.

I’ll bust open and share all my insides.

You’d be able to see how I care.

You can test it all out, see the malfunctions.

Once I am spilled all over the place what are you going to do?

Once it’s all laid out.

I broke the rules.

I broke them bad.

But so did you.

I’m thinking I may just burst.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

2.

let's go commit a crime, 

reek havoc and cause chaos for everyone to see.

doesn't that sound better?

you'll always have those memories then.

yeah, let's do that!

yeah, why not, sure.

let's go.

too much, too much.

too much.

3.

it's all just a sacrifice.

4.

for a moment, there, i actually believed him. 

i was starting to take these ideas into consideration.

what am i doing?

i was even starting to believe myself. 

he was only twisting my thoughts, he was manipulating my words...right?

or have i really reached that point in time where i have lost all meaning.

my perception is off. my hands are shaking. 

my mind is weak,

just like my knees.

damn,

he sure knows how to speak.

5.

i'm a big girl now,

fighting for her big girl rights.

sorry.

Jack'n'Coke

It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was a good day, a snowy day, but none-the-less, a good day. But it ended with me laying fetal position, rocking on the cold, hard, wooden floor, holding my head, lip bleeding, heart racing, cheek burning, hair messy, and knuckles smashed and bruised. I was crying, screaming - angry - thinking, scared - most of all, scared. I was thinking about how this could have happened, what did I do to make this happen? I mean, yeah, I blamed myself, I was told at a young age that all "bad things" happen for a reason - reasons being something of my fault. Therefore, this was my fault. It was my fault that I was laying there like that. It was my fault that he was standing before me, with that nasty look in his eyes, licking his nasty yellow-stained teeth like a wild beast. It was my fault. That's that, no questions asked.

He hit me. He fuckin' hit me. Well, that part's not surprising, what surprised me is that usually when he hits me he stops after a minute or so, and you can see it in his eyes. You can see that he knows of what he's becoming. He knows that he's just that one step closer to becoming the one person he can't stand - his father. Usually, when he hits me, he stops and helps me up and - he never apologizes, like I said, I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't need to voice his apology - he sits back on the couch and finishes his online poker tournament. But this time was different. No hint of sorrow, guilt or pain in his eyes this time, but,  realization? Yes, you could tell that he'd realized what he had become - but from the anger in his voice and the force in his punch - he knew. He didn't care.

No help up. No sorry look. No sitting silently on the couch, one hand down his pants, and the other gyrating around his computer mouse, jack'n'coke, and butter-flavoured-microwave-popcorn. None of that. He stood above me for quite a while. At least as long as it took me to regain consciousness and prop my sore self against the stairwell. 

What exactly had he done to me that night? What exactly brought it on that night? It started off as a small disagreement, a small fight, y'know, nothing too serious. And then it escaladed... Way too far. I know that for sure. I yelled some stupid thing and he slapped me. Yeah, that's how it began. I yelled - what did I yell at him? I yelled and he slapped my face. I remember then, the look in his eyes at that moment, it was as if he thought it all a game, a sort of fucked-up wrestling match... or something... I punched him hard as I could, right aside from his eyebrow. That startled him, I’m pretty sure…cause then I don’t remember too much other than being hoisted up my by wrist and thrown down the small - small but quite prominent - flight of stairs, and he ran down after me - not to comfort me or help me, nah, but to drag me, by the hair, to where I last remember being - against the stairwell.

Scoundrels

All these Angels really want is

To lift you up and kick you out

They lie and cheat

Just to get by

They bum from the rich

And steal from the poor

All these Angels want

Is to sell your soul

To keep the profit

Never turning back

Turn Around

The freeway sign read “San Diego, 89 miles”

When the accident occurred. 

It wasn’t my accident, 

Nor was it my fault - 

But I still felt the need to apologize.

Maybe because I could feel the shock.

I wasn’t even close though -

Going the opposite way.

Or maybe part of me just wanted to be the hero?

What a day.

The freeway sign read “San  Diego, 53 miles”

When the incident occurred.

I know my car’s old,

I thought I could make it -

…no, I didn’t.

Maybe I needed a break,

I needed some time away -

Not from any thing in particular.

Or maybe part of me was hoping for this to happen?

What a day.

The freeway sign read “San Diego, 45 miles”

When it all went to hell.

I had it under control,

I thought I did - 

I had it under control?

Maybe it just was not the right time.

What was I doing -

I was going the wrong way.

Or maybe I was trying too hard?

What a day.

The freeway sign read “San Diego, 26 miles”

When I realized that I was in love with you.

What a day.