As my English Teacher always Said

Goulet

the big accomplishment of my life is going to be:

something so monumental and so fated and so right and so normal and its going to happen to everyone else too and we'll all go dancing and whirling over the fields of free grass and free bridges and all the lakes and rivers will dry up and the sky will dry up and the rain will go on for days upwards and down and sideways and in your face so much that you can't even stand it and you have to take the bus because you're going to see your lover a big Tall Blonde girl who you love because she plays guitar and is so much older then you but beautiful and she wears those dark-rimmed glasses that you adore and you're late because you told her you'd be there by 2:30 but its okay if you sto pto get roses and a cup of coffee what kind of horrible thing could happen in that much time what kind of long-lined poetry could be written in that time what kind of short story could be written about you in the time that you stand in line to get a cup of coffee so you're awake to be in love and awakw to be in life and awake enough to knwo that you just died when the car from the television ad hit you as you walked across teh highway on your way to see your beautiful-beautiful lover.

Goulet

God I love being:
an addict
heartbroken
depressed
melodramatic
pathetic
suicidal
cliche
young
an ego-maniac
a bad poet
a bad song-writer
a bad musician
a person with no self-esteem
male
tall
thin
sexy
handsome
athletic
clean
political
liberal to a degree
full
empty
hot
cold
hated
a drunk
a weirdo
loved

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
God I love being:
an addict
heartbroken
depressed
melodramatic
pathetic
suicidal
cliche
young
an ego-maniac
a bad poet
a bad song-writer
a bad musician
a person with no self-esteem
male
tall
thin
sexy
handsome
athletic
clean
political
liberal to a degree
full
empty
hot
cold
hated
a drunk
a weirdo
loved

I love that you love yourself! I hope your English teacher always said that.

Goulet

it goes like this:

when i'm tired and my eyes start to flutter i put on some music maybe some Jeff Buckley or some Bob Dylan with The Band or some Johnny Cash and then maybe i fall asleep and my dreams become like this:

in the winter i trudge through the snow like its 5 feet deep but there is no snow and its spring time and i'm in love with a girl from Des Moines and her hair is Sea Grey and her eyes are too brown to see into and she waves from teh banks of teh Mallud River and tells me secrets about her insides and secrets about the songs she writes when she's alone and frightened of the dark and if i decide to leave her and find a plane that goes to Canada that would be Okay and she would sleep in a Teepee and watch T.V. all day probably David Letterman or Bugs Bunny cartoons and she would weave blankets out of grass and tree bark on her loom while she whistled all the songs i ever wrote about her and about all the girls i ever wrote songs about which seems to be a lot lately and she would go to the town well and drink the well water and wish she could find a happy lover and in Canada i would sit on a Throne of Purple Diamonds and laugh and laugh at teh Court Jesters that dance before me and i would be Merry and Good and Full and the women would flock to me and give me parcels that contained flowers of all colors and i would speak French in an English Accent and be very well read and when i fell asleep i would never think about my Well-girl all alone back by teh River staring into the deep blue with her deep brown eyes and hoping that she could be 10 feet tall and proud of her life and pretty.

BhagavadGita

this is one ^$#& incredible thread Goulet.

Love it.
Love it.
Love it.

Goulet

i have to admit:

I am Awesome.

Goulet

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
this is one FUCKING incredible thread Goulet.

Love it.
Love it.
Love it.

it's something i dreamed up while dreaming in a dream
and Siddhartha told me it'd be a good idea
since i'm the next "biger-then-Jesus" and all

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
since i'm the next "biger-then-Jesus" and all

Somehow this statement sounds so John Lennon-ish. I wonder why?

BTW - How big is your glo-worm and does it glimmer?

Goulet

I'm sad-eyed, this is why:

i'm a devilish and stupid human and i am inaccurate and foolish and under-productive and lazy and i feel like i need to sometimes sleep when its the middle of the day and sometimes when i eat peaches i am reminded of my ex-girlfriend and sometimes when i am thinking all about myself in my Superman Head i can see every tree that is cut down to make way for a strip mall or a strip club or a big white or blue house and that makes me sort of sad because trees are peaceful and quiet and don't hurt anyone until people start chopchopchopping at them and then they make creaking and cracking noises like from under my bed and they fall onto things like white and blue houses and crush things and make lots of noise and problems, but enough about trees because i'm just sad-eyed.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
I'm sad-eyed, this is why:

i'm a devilish and stupid human and i am inaccurate and foolish and under-productive and lazy and i feel like i need to sometimes sleep when its the middle of the day and sometimes when i eat peaches i am reminded of my ex-girlfriend and sometimes when i am thinking all about myself in my Superman Head i can see every tree that is cut down to make way for a strip mall or a strip club or a big white or blue house and that makes me sort of sad because trees are peaceful and quiet and don't hurt anyone until people start chopchopchopping at them and then they make creaking and cracking noises like from under my bed and they fall onto things like white and blue houses and crush things and make lots of noise and problems, but enough about trees because i'm just sad-eyed.

I think I understand or can at least relate.

Goulet

this is so true:

I belch better then i write.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
I belch better then i write.

Liar! I however, do belch better than I write!

Goulet

my life for a while:

i'm on drugs and the room is full of light and bright-bright whirling spirals and in my head there are multiple koala bears crapping rainbows and yes i stole that from somewhere and yes it was from my T.V. box and yes that is such a bad place to steal ideas for your dreams but it was the first of teh month and i hadn't watched TV in 14 weeks because i had been off scouting locations for my next extensive tree climb and mountain adventure but i found nothing more then a couple puddles of dirty water and a cloud that coughed when i said it looked blue so i figure that all us people have ruined teh wilderness and that's why i can't write poems anymore or at least why my brain is shooting out worthlessgibberish and rambling things and answers to questions that nobody would ever ask and it feels like i'm going good and on teh fast track but that's not so good because when the thunderstorm hits and my head gets knocked with hail then we'll see where i'll be but maybe i'll be in love with teh older brown-haired lovely-dark-rimmed-glasses girl who can play guitar and sing and she is so pretty because Southern Girls are pretty when they play guitar and yes i stole that one too but see its all circular and pretty fucked up when you don't feel like using what you've got inside your head and your fingers start working independent of your brain and you feel like your head is a floating orb a mass of weight above your shoulders teetering.

Goulet

true dreamt:

i had a moustache and my friend Lincoln had a moustache and Francis had a moustache too and so did Scott and Hump so all in all everyone had a moustache and we sat around talking about how we finally had moustaches and how we were sexy and then we all went and showered together and Scott sprayed cologne all over the bathroom.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
true dreamt:

i had a moustache and my friend Lincoln had a moustache and Francis had a moustache too and so did Scott and Hump so all in all everyone had a moustache and we sat around talking about how we finally had moustaches and how we were sexy and then we all went and showered together and Scott sprayed cologne all over the bathroom.

Cool! I'd be in for a free moustache ride or two in the shower! Sounds hot.

Goulet

Lady Devine in my eyes:

you pull at your curls and your bright-eyes mist over and get dark and black and dead-like and you maybe make your lips like elvis because you know that makes me smile and laugh and you maybe shake your hips and rest my hands on your shoulders so i start to sway back and forth too and you smell like peaches and roses and pine cones and your shoulder-skin is cool-to-touch and smooth and laying down in bed with you i can feel your hot breath on my neck and your blood running through your veins and i can maybe hear you moan a little bit because you're tired from working all day at that horrible desk job you can't stand and a little tired because you just got back from visiting your family in the midwest and a little tired because you're so depressed and i think i know a little of what that's like but i just let you moan because i can't fix you and you can't fix me and i wouldn't want to anyway and maybe you nuzzle yourself into my neck and armpit and legs and you try to get warm and safe and try to make me a warm and safe place and your hair smells like pancakes to me even though i haven't eaten pancakes in years since i was ten maybe sitting in the kitchen of my boyhood house with a dog and a cat and a mom and a dad and a brother and the house was white with a back-yard and a jungle-gym with swings and that's what i always think of when i smell pancakes and maybe then you pinch or tickle my side-ribs because you know that makes me laugh and jerk about and you thought i looked lost for a second somewhere far off or at least somewhere sad and lost and we can just be giggling and touching and pinching and tickling until its dinner time.

Goulet

he said this to me:

--i feel like crying
i don't
--i feel like crying
you're a fool
--i feel like crying
why?
--i feel like crying
who are you?
--i feel like crying
i hate you
--i feel like crying

Goulet

this is what happens:

inside a safety dome compliments are thrown around they are bandages for broken hearts and laments about ex-girlfriends and horrible boyfriends and they use words like "great!" and "WOW!" or something like that and they are always always always positive and thus never never never help anyone and i begin to think that i'm the only asshole who thinks everything is only sub-par or just standard and never anythign really spectacular the safety dome zone is a stinking rotten place with stinking rotten people sometimes and makes me vomit maybe because i am not in the safety dome and i can only look in and wonder-wonder at the inane comments and horrible words and phrases thrown about i wonder whats gotten into me and why i'm so angry.

Goulet

i have no soul:

shouldn't youlove me for that.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Goulet
this is what happens:

inside a safety dome compliments are thrown around they are bandages for broken hearts and laments about ex-girlfriends and horrible boyfriends and they use words like "great!" and "WOW!" or something like that and they are always always always positive and thus never never never help anyone and i begin to think that i'm the only asshole who thinks everything is only sub-par or just standard and never anythign really spectacular the safety dome zone is a stinking rotten place with stinking rotten people sometimes and makes me vomit maybe because i am not in the safety dome and i can only look in and wonder-wonder at the inane comments and horrible words and phrases thrown about i wonder whats gotten into me and why i'm so angry.

Man, you're a crusty fucker and your poetry, if you can call it that, sucks the BIG one and I hate you because you have no soul!

You can breathe--that in itself is spectacular, asshole! FUCK YOU!






























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