Don’t ever grow old kids

Posted in Stuff on January 18, 2022 by rawbacon

16 days cigarette free..


So, I’m like healthy now?

Not that I feel any different

(other than I remember to breathe

most of the time now).

Shouldn’t I be able to move mountains now?

Or at least feel good? Feel anything?

Fuk it,

what good is it to climb the horse,

if you can’t fall off it

once in a while.

My body, my traitor

Posted in Stuff on January 14, 2022 by rawbacon

Oh, I could maim

for a cigarette right now.

Why’s my body

such a pussy?

Forgetting to breath,

how does that make sense?

Might as well forget

how to metabolize sugar.

Acceptance is hard

Posted in Stuff on January 13, 2022 by rawbacon

Finally found

work that make the world

a better place.

Too bad

it’s making CO2 refrigerators..

Always thought

I’d lead the revolution

whether spiritual or political,

but it turns out

my main contribution to the world,

my only worth,

is to sling wires.

Depressing, yet


To not be

Posted in Stuff on January 13, 2022 by rawbacon

Can’t wait

to go to bed.

Never thought

that would happen.

Old age?

Or just

fed up?


That airbed

looks so inviting.

More enticing

than anything I can remember


To sleep, perchance

to never dream,


The end before the end

Posted in Stuff on January 13, 2022 by rawbacon

Living the simple life,

work, sleep, work.

Throw in a little sustenance and entertainment.

Is good.

Is simple.

Is steady.

Is what it is.

Onwards & downwards

Posted in Stuff on January 6, 2022 by rawbacon

Every day

you die a little,


if you try to live a little

it all evens out,


A prayer for the Lady

Posted in Stuff on January 3, 2022 by rawbacon

Between the sin & the sinner,

the bird & the call,

she stands.

Not a goddess or a force of nature,

she stands apart,


Between Alpha & Omega.

No prayer can sway her,

no sacrifice suffice.

We simply thank her as a curtesy,

since the alternative would be cursing

and she might hear.

Pray she never takes an interest

as she has in me.

With a whimper

Posted in Stuff on December 31, 2021 by rawbacon

This apocalypse is so boring.

Maybe it’s not the real one?

Maybe the next one will be better.

Maybe dreaming of the end of the world

isn’t healthy?

But then,

it fits,

I guess.

Maybe that’s why

Posted in Stuff on December 4, 2021 by rawbacon

I miss weirdness.

Oh my sweet lord,

how I miss it.

I would give my soul

for just one last taste.

Too bad

I haven’t got one.

Brutish & short

Posted in Stuff on December 4, 2021 by rawbacon

All these people,

their heads filled with silicon,

trying to rationalize the world

and live forever.

How I wish I could see them

on their death-beds,

crying over their wasted lives.

Seeing them realize

the pointlessness

of it all.

As if that would negate

my own pointlessness..