Systems

I don't even believe that Batman exists.
I resist the urge to define myself against the dominant belief system.
"Nice painting of Batman,"
Someone might say.
This is incorrect.
You can't have a painting of something that doesn't exist.
I wish people said stuff like,
"Nice painting. It accurately conveys my conception of the spectrum of acceptable Batmans in a visual medium."
I've always found that there is much more leniency awarded to Batman accepted voice.

Version 2:

I don't even believe that Batman exists.
I had so much puberty last night I can't stop myself I'm going to eat all this mac n' cheese.
Let's just break the windows out of our car and whiffle it like a golf-ball for speed.
When you're older you'll understand the link between cannibalism and fishing.
And the misappropriation of millions of children,
How we ended up with Russian Grandfathers and
They ended up with our babies.

Red

How to feel bad and get really good at is easy, just have opinions like, "if you're my age and have two kids already, you're doing it wrong."

Or like when it rains you think about how much better you are at rain then all the other people. Literally all of them.

My eyes are really dilated right now. Sometimes I wish I had problems so that I could have excuses, but instead I'm healthy as shit. I'm a young white male. I don't think we get to have problems.

Sometimes I think I might have allergies, but then I think I might just be bored.

How to Obsess Properly

It's easy to obsess, but you're doing it wrong.

Think about your shoes. They're leather shoes. You've put that aqueous wax on them. You've put that aqueous wax on them again. You wore them out in the rain and the water beaded up, but it got through in one section, so you put that aqueous wax on them again. Ok, they're pretty good now. For a few weeks. We'll check back then.

Oh, it's really raining now. Ok, so you put your lace up rubber boots on, right? You wanted lace up rubber boots for a few months, and then you found some, right? So you bought them, right? You told your friend about those lace up rubber boots, right? Then you told another friend about them, right? Then another friend? Another? Same friend? Told them a second, third, fourth time? Great. Good job. Now think about them. Good color. Really even. Really even for boots.

How about petting the cat? Pet the cat. Pet the cat. Pet the cat. Talk about petting the cat. Look at the cat. Tell people to look at the cat. Tell people to pet the cat. You're petting it wrong. You gotta pet it so it can feel it. Like this. Like this. Like this. Kitty pet pet pet cat. Now make a farting sound on the cat. Now pet it.

Canada Jokes

What's up in northern Canada; the only thing I know for sure is that there are flies that will get in your face and your mouth and your eyes.

What's up in northern Canada; this is JFPRV radio with your host Cliff Begorsian, ok then.

What's up in Canada; North eh, Canada -a joke.

Work to do.

The shower is a place for the condensation of time,
In which I precipitate memory of the period between my last shower.
Whole conversations are had, out-loud but in a whisper voice
So that nobody knows I'm crazy.
Sometimes I worry that maybe I'm talking regular-loud,
And they know, but are too polite to say anything.
I wonder about those conversations too.
They always seem to be in the future,
Future Conversations.
Rehearsals for the next few days.
I don't shower everyday,
It would be far less interesting in there.

Sometimes the shortest pieces have the longest titles; it's the curse of the modern writer (They don't know the meaning of consice.)

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Yes, my record player does have a repeat button.
I use it for listening to "Fame," from the musical motion picture,
On repeat.

IM

Forget the rubbers,
I'm riding my bike home
And hard steel rakes clean
Any hope of company
Not that I'm the fastest
Or the best at picking routes
But running ragged
At hours beyond
The wet tar rolls
With that plllllllllllll
And hills burn like
Magazines
Green and Blue
Each stop a considered
Do or don't
Arriving home
Routine takes over
Alone once again
Impossible man.

Pet g

How to make people angry:

Star Wars Sucks
The Beatles Suck
Bill Murrary Sucks
Sign my petition.

Gingham.

There's this internet video,
Where the kid yells,
"Gingers do have souls,"
And for a while people would tell me
"Gingers don't have souls."

It's like,
"Ya, I know dude."
"I'm an atheist."

Flaw.

I don't believe in the soul,
But if I did, I'd say
That having a soul
without a hole that needs filling
is a flaw.