Automatic Writings

Chef’s Kiss

Vagabond in Hanoi

Wants us to drink rice liquor. Dinner table of a five-story townhouse. Works for the UN. Has been to my country. X bashful.

Just one of those if we must sir. Only if we must. Can of “Hanoi” goes to my head.

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Automatic Writings

Fine Cuts

for the discerning individual

seasoned to taste, served with a smile

a part of me, as solitary as i am, as uninterested, disgusted, appalled, apathetic, about almost every one, and every thing,

i am still, quite terrified of being alone
not because of the solitude
but because i quite literally become some one
or some thing, entirely different
and i fall through the earth

Two worlds.

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Automatic Writings


Psychological rebellion

Paralyzed. Take me to cookie cutter island. Can’t hear the stark reality of it all. Afraid, aware, too awake? Something wrong? Thinking this is wrong is the problem? I don’t know

Nice cubed squares. Smutty ink. Preposterous mind fucks.

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Selfish Gods

Victims of existence

A selfish god wouldn’t make a very good one.

Good to who?

Primarily itself.

If it were selfish, it would experience the exquisite array of all the pains life has to offer.

Pain is pain.

But it’s an entirely different animal when it lives in existential terror.

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Automatic Writings

The Haunting

This piano plays itself

And so it’s back with a vengeance.

This rubber banding–its elasticity is increasing.

What have I done to cause this?

Nothing at all.

It just happens, like a haunting.

A haunting because I have become forsaken, in forsaking the world, forsaking its people.

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No Buddha

Nobody lost nowhere

1:42am, Ho Chi Minh City // August 20th

Down a dark alley way, a dog looks to me in suspicion, indecisive if I’m worth the taste.

I feel he senses I’m out of place; that I do not belong here.

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A Clean Slate

Empty mind, limitless possibility

Everything must return to its source in due time.

A clean slate is a wonderful thing.

One may build from the scaffolding of that which previously came.

But to enter into a situation full of preconceived notions, opinions, prejudices and expectations, limits the situation entirely.

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The Plague

Avoidance of truth

Your mother has it.

Your father has it.

Your sister, brother, uncle and cousin have it.

They all have it.

Even you have it.

The sixty-year-old man says, “Don’t worry, I’m not dying.”

And so he wastes his life.

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. . . I Don’t Know What To Say

No expectations

One of my greatest fears used to be being controlled. Whether by an individual, a group, a state, or anything external to my sovereignty as an individual.

I got wind of the fact it was indeed I who controlled myself and my living experience several years ago.

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Disaffected Malcontent

The burden was a gift

I have been disaffected for several years now.

Have you ever noticed that when people say things, they’re saying it to themselves?

There is no conversation. It’s a battle. A battle with their mind.

True conversations only happen once in a blue moon.

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