The Ontic

Wow.

I haven’t posted anything to tumblr in a very very long time. But hey, I still have 14 followers. Weird, right?

By the light of fire,
We find our way through the night;
Embers glowing bright,
Hope becomes everything but dire.

I need a coffee mug.

I don’t really have one to call my own. Will someone please tell me where I can find some sweet jugs-I mean mugs….shit. Yeah mugs for coffee.

Fuck Me Hard

No this isn’t about sex. But it is about getting raped by two iconic agonies in today’s society: lawyers and the DMV.

The day before I crashed my car back in December, I got a speeding ticket. Just my luck, right? Well, my so called lawyer, who took care of my DWAI, said he would handle the speeding ticket as well. I kept reminding him about it over and over and over again. (I think you know where this is going by now.) And guess who forgot?

Hey, you guessed right. Dumbass lawyer. And now I’m being told by the DMV that I owe them money AND that my license, which I was supposed to get back May 10, is now suspended even longer. At least that’s the gist of what I got out of the letter my mom tried to explain to me over the phone. Just my luck. Always when my life gets going in a good direction, something is always there to fuck it up. I never did anything to deserve a life like this.

I guess there’s s reason why no one likes lawyers.

“We can build him faster, stronger, we have the technology.”

Touching upon the subject of me now being the oldest yet again. Someone said this. Then someone else asked, “what’s that from?” “I don’t know. It’s from some movie. Robo Cop, or Terminator maybe..” “It’s from the Six Million Dollar Man,” I inform them. And then it turns out that not a single person around me has ever heard of that movie. I want to go back to being the youngest and hanging out with people that know about the same things I do. Also, musically the people I’ve been around are into the same music as my little brother. But that only makes sense since I was always influenced by my friends who were all older than me; and I think I ended up in a different generation. It’s just a whole different world I am in now.

How to get along Or Down the drain.

Dishwater dimes
Slip through fishlike
Fingers attached to
Hands like drones.

Bottles by the glass
Food made to order
Heat fire and steam
Diners en mass.

Pennies stuck
Hidden beneath tables
Tails sticking out
Heads gives no luck.

Kitchen dweller
After working hours
Into days
Mind’s trapped in a cellar.

Just to survive this
Troubled world
Life non-existant
Shelled and left for death.