Nineteen Degrees and Rising

Therapy

I wish I had it everyday…

Wondering

I wonder if gay men are turned on when they are checked for prostate cancer.

I wonder if there will ever be a time in modern day life where I will not hear the phrase, “It’s like this song was written for me.”

I wonder if my mom knows I hate my father.

I wonder if everyone is as dorky as me on the inside.

I wonder if chickens have orgies.

I wonder if you put a hamster in front of a squid contained in a aquatic tank, if the squid will attempt to eat the hamster.

I wonder if everyone hates the concept of fashion as much as I do.

I wonder if I’ll ever bother changing my weather monitor from Iowa City to Madison.

I wonder if the peanut butter companies would make more or less money if they elimanted all gauges of chunkiness from their peanut butter.

I wonder if “Holy Diver” was written when a priest told someone about the time he went scuba diving.

I wonder if “Holy Diver” will ever stop being overplayed.

I wonder if kids will just start having sex as soon as they have the notion that’s what their respective parts are for some day.

I wonder if planes are payed by peanut companies to continue shoveling food into our mouths.

I wonder if youtube will eventually become obsolete.

I wonder if I can ever get a chip installed in my brain that will allow me to make a mental recording of my voice so that I can show people what I think I sound like.

I wonder if roosters crow because they just want to fuck with people sometimes.

I wonder if futon companies know their products break in four years.

I wonder if the weathermen know the phrase “mostly cloudy” doesn’t help me at all.

I wonder if The Beatles knew that they would make England cool again.

I wonder if The Beatles knew that Americans would continue to listen to their music obsessively this far down the line.

I wonder if drapery is actually a necessary purchase.

I wonder if this list ever ends.

I wonder if tumblr decided to be the new twitter.

I wonder if I’ll actually get some sleep.

1 note

The Future

Yea, I need some fucking medications.

The Present

It’s hard. It’s gritty. It’s full of crap that we deal with even though we hate it. God I hate it that I’m too scared and, yes, even too nice sometimes to bother screaming about it.

The Past

It’s odd. No matter how much we run away, it keeps coming up.

I think some of us just need medication to keep it away. Hell, we all have our demons.

Last night

All I can say is, welcome to my psychosis and personal hell.

Silicon

The cold, sterile plastic silicon
Twinkling lights, neural stimulation
I try to take comfort in the entity

The one breathing softly
Possibly whispering to itself that
This can merely be one of my moods

I pray it is, but at the same time
I think in silicon and data pieces
It thinks in leaves and autumn

Who are we kidding?
Ourselves most likely, but hey
As they all say, you only get the one chance

At some idiotic nonsense of emotional
Stability, balanced between your
Nays and your yays and your consistency

I’d like to think I’m about as consistent
As the sunrise, but I’m not
In truth I could only be comparable to air

Scrutinable density, entirely fluid
Lack luster and lack of form
Caught in a careening systematic flow

Slow, and leading to a certain demise
The demise of the data chip
Point two microns of information on a global scale

But hey, what does it matter?
I’m a liquid, and this thing next to me
Clearly sunshine, so there’s only the one

Thing left to do, I suppose that is,
And that’s evaporate, all point two microns of me
Guess that’s what I get for thinking too hard

But I’m not done yet, oh no
There’s still the silicon, and that always
Needed repairs and touchups

And I always liked having it fixed in daylight
Away from the cold impressionable solace
That so many lay cold and motionless for

For me, I embrace its dark dance
Wow, I’ve gone to a new level of emo
It’s all like… God, he’s got some issues

Oh well, we all do and dance with hidden demons
Though most of us like not to illiterate them
But not me, not my airy data board self

It’s late, stop reading this, I hope most of you did
Before the fifth stanza, I got off track
Oh well, good night, back to motionlessness

Grr… Arg…

I have rediscovered my love of Buffy the Vamp Slayer. Shiny! Joss, you own my soul.

Synopsis of Frankenstein Volume Three Pages Chapters Three through Five

Chapter Three

Frankenstein’s monster: You destroyed my one hope! You son of a cunt!

Victor: Oh yea? What ya going to do about it sucka?

Frankenstein’s monster: Fucking kill you, you fucking idiot! Just you wait!

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Exuent Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Peasant: You killed that guy didn’t you?! Yea you did you fucking sick bastard! You’re coming to the magistrate.

Magistrate: Hold him for questioning.

Peasant: Did you do it?

Victor: No!

Magistrate: Fuck it, show him the corpse.

*show corpse*

Victor: That’s fucking disgusting! Oh my good gracious Mary and Joseph consumating! Henry! NOOoOoOooOoOOooOOOOoOOoO!!!!!!

Magistrate: Eh fuck it, keep him here anyway.

Victor: Good gravy, I’m crazy!

Victor’s dad: Hi son! I’m here to keep you company!

Victor: Oh god! Is everyone safe? What about Elizabeth? Wait, he’s going to kill me! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Exuent Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

*Victor gets a letter*

Elizabeth’s letter: I love you Victor!

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Exuent Chapter Five