Let it out

JonnyPistachio

Fight ‘til the end

Sometimes I think to myself
“damn, I don’t want to check out early”.
That means die, you know.
But it’s mostly greedy,
this thinking…
because it’s really only because
I dont want to miss that next Pearl Jam album.
Once they break up, or disband,
It’s all back in your hands, God.

No, fuck that.
I have more music to write.
More books to read.
More pornography to click on.
More quips to laugh loudly over.
More flowers to pick for a nice lady.
More Frisbee throws in my right elbow.
More pizza to eat.
More pillows to drool on.
More television series to become a fan of.
More funny looking dogs to pat on the head nervously when
I visit a friend who brings me to a friend’s house who has an overzealous dog
who sniffs me in funny places.
I have more hangovers to endure.
More phone calls to make on necessary holidays.
More gifts to leave on unsuspecting peoples doorsteps.
More shows to attend where I am thinking that
I’m not really happy
that I’m there -- but I’m more happy to be alive.
More text messages to send to Fusco at 2am that I don’t remember until the next day.
More bike rides in me where the chain breaks and I have to have greasy hands when
I get to where I’m going.
I have more shells to skip along the Atlantic on a calm day.
And I also have a few more waves to ride on that old hand-me-down surfboard that
I love so much.
I have pop-up books to read to kids.
I have one more girl I’d like to meet.
More burns to endure on the top of my mouth from a too hot corn dog.
And I have more words to speak,
Write,
Sing,
Or just give out to whomever…
And more sunsets to see that make me feel like giving myself back to God.
Then, and only then, do I give you back that power, my friend.

JonnyPistachio

There were millions of them to begin with

A mug of beer
doesn’t sound too good right now.
But that’s only
because
I had too many mugs last night,
far too many, I tell you.

Now a rum and coke,
that’s different, my friend.
Pour me one and
just look out little ladies
because the neon sign is looking bright
this Friday.

I have to thank my Mom for all my brain cells
and at the same time
I’m going to apologize
for not being so careful with all of them.
Apparently we can’t get them back.
But I am a fan
of science
and have faith
that my errors,
misjudgments
bad judgements,
mistakes,
faults,
bloopers, and blunders
will be reversed
with science.

JonnyPistachio

It’s damn good smell

Someone once asked me
what my favorite smells were
do you have a few minutes? I replied

Who the hell doesn’t love the smell of fresh baked cookies?
fucking lilies
and godamn roses?
That’s cliché though I suppose.

Let me tell you a little something…
I loved that day about three years ago
when this little lady I was dating
brought me to an outdoor concert with a few of her friends.
We had VIP treatment too.
We drank yaegermeister in the parking lot
and a few of them smoked marijuana.
I was bored because those three girls
got on my every last nerve.

However,
I tried to lose them, because
I love the feeling of being alone
among 50,000 people.
And I walked into that concert a little bit sweaty.

but more importantly
I’ll never forget
what happened inside my nose that day.
I entered the facility through the back, but
When I came out
from behind the pompous shield of that VIP tent
it was like a Broadway curtain being pulled back.
it opened up to a slew of people,
and the most electrified air I’ve ever floated through.

Then my nose took over.
I detected the faint scent of grass, mostly trampled varieties.
I smelled sweat.
and marijuana, the marijuana…
you’d get a little perfume every now and then if you were lucky,
and piss, if you were not so lucky.
I smelled beer too
But most importantly I could smell the music.
Really, I did. I smelled it.

JonnyPistachio

I thought everyone liked pancakes

I don’t really know
How I ended up feeling like this.
I’m talking about how indifferent I’m feeling,
like I couldn’t give a damn if the roach coach was
selling babies out of the trunk.

I was tired Monday.
Then I was hung over Tuesday.
Kinda depressed on Wednesday.
Now it’s Thursday and I’m just impartial to every damn thing around me.

And this bitch from accounting
just keeps on
yacking away about
some work order.
And I couldn’t give a damn.
I just keep thinking about
slamming her pretty little head down
into a giant pile of pancakes.
Repeatedly.

But then again, she might not appreciate that
And I wouldn’t blame her for being turned off on pancakes for a bit.
I wouldn’t want that to happen,
Because everyone likes pancakes.

Well, there you go, I’m not impartial to that
I don’t want to ruin her outlook
on pancakes.
That’s something I’m not
indifferent to…
I feel better already. And it’s not even Friday.

I think I’ll go to Dennys for lunch.

DinghyDog

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JonnyPistachio

Balance

Lifting weights.
Running in place
while watching
your neighbor’s fake tits bounce all over
(Or not bounce),
all while seeing the news,
baseball,
or a goddamn soap opera.

We work out…
work out
lift heavy stuff
push heavy stuff
run
and pedal
and try to get healthy

I’m just here
to balance all the drinking.


___

JonnyPistachio

One-eyed dog

There was this
guy and
his old dog walking along
in the park.
That hideous old dog was missing an eye
and limped like hell.

Scared the shit out of my daughter, that dog did.
But then I told her about far scarier things in the world.
I can’t remember what I told
her, but
that must’ve been one lousy day in the eyes of a six year old.
And, yet a pretty damn good day in the eye of that
fucked up dog.

___

PearlOfAGirl

JonnyPistachio wrote:

Something we all should do more often

I always ask myself
why don’t I do it more often?

Then a few weeks go by
and I ask myself again,
why don’t I do it more often?

Then I get busy
and tool around with some friends
or a lady
or something
that distracts me from that one thing that I wish I did more often.

Then one day finally comes
where I get mad at myself
because I haven’t lately put on a candle and
laid on the floor, then
put on headphones
and close my eyes.

It’s really something we all should do more often.

That's true, and everyone would be so much happier!

PearlOfAGirl

pearljamangel wrote:

JonnyPistachio wrote:

Something we all should do more often

I always ask myself
why don’t I do it more often?

Then a few weeks go by
and I ask myself again,
why don’t I do it more often?

Then I get busy
and tool around with some friends
or a lady
or something
that distracts me from that one thing that I wish I did more often.

Then one day finally comes
where I get mad at myself
because I haven’t lately put on a candle and
laid on the floor, then
put on headphones
and close my eyes.

It’s really something we all should do more often.

You're right, and everyone would be so much happier if we all did!

JonnyPistachio

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rollings

JonnyPistachio wrote:

One-eyed dog

There was this
guy and
his old dog walking along
in the park.
That hideous old dog was missing an eye
and limped like hell.

Scared the shit out of my daughter, that dog did.
But then I told her about far scarier things in the world.
I can’t remember what I told
her, but
that must’ve been one lousy day in the eyes of a six year old.
And, yet a pretty damn good day in the eye of that
fucked up dog.

___

a good day in the eye of that dog




indeed :wtf: