Saturday, July 12, 2008

Assilem

I know that the titles are different. Let it be. There's a reason. Just ask.



Asylum

It’s been over a year and I still haven’t seen you.

I can’t see you or your daughter.

I can see that selfish son of a fucking bitch stand in a courtroom trying to defend his actions.

But I can’t see you.

I can visit you and your daughter.

I’d give anything to hear you,

Even if you were sobbing uncontrollably.

It would be better than having to live without you.

I’m not right anymore.

I’m not in the right place

No matter where I go.

I’ve lost a bit of my self-control and I feel like I’m just spiraling.

If I didn’t have to work and I’d have come home and gone with you,

You’d be here.

If he had pulled out, you’d be here.

If you had taken the other road instead of listening to him,

You’d be here.

I have pictures

and memories.

I have notes

and clothes.

I have quotations

and your family and friends.

But I don’t have you.

Drive safely.

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An oldie of mine, but a goodie, I think.



My Mother Calls Me Cleo

My mother calls me Cleo.

So what if I find the zodiac and psychics interesting?

My father calls me stubborn.

It’s not my fault I’m just like him.

My brother calls me from the basement.

“Get your hair off of my fucking shirt!”

My sister calls me idiot.

I’m not the one taking a pregnancy test every month.

Mémère calls me her “Little Thinker.”

Before I grew up, there wasn’t much to think about.

My cousin calls me woman.

I think I still have a lot of growing up to do.

I call my sister princess.

She’s dad’s favorite; she gets whatever she wants.

I call my grandmother cute.

What short old woman bitching about her computer wouldn’t be?

I call my brother a halfwit.

Doing well in sports won’t help him later.

My mother calls me Cleo

And my father calls me stubborn.

Juggalo, clap clap.

The best conversations are with good friends and under the influence of chocolate soy milk.


Josh C.: YOU WIN THIS ROUND, LYNNIFER
Me: hahahah
Josh C.: You know there are a TON of ways I could mutate your name.
Me: like Lucifer, but better
Me: hahhahhaahha
Me: i have many mutations
Josh C.: Lynnsulation, Lynterrogation, Lynnterior, Lynnferior, etc.
Me: Lynntelligence
Me: BOO
Me: YAH
Me: BITCH
Josh C.: NICE!
Me: hahahah
Josh C.: Just what are you Lynnferring?
Me: HAHAH!
Josh C.: You should stop Lynnterfering
Josh C.: OH MAN
Josh C.: WHUT
Me: oh man, i'm crying cause i keep laughing
Josh C.: Good!
Josh C.: That is very Lynnteresting.
Me: i wish i had space to put that in my profile
Me: hahah
Me: OH
Me: facebok note
Josh C.: ?
Me: i'm gonna put it in a facebook note
Josh C.: Ahh
Me: HAHAHAHAHA LYNNTERESTING!
Me: are you just Joshing me? (Your name sucks for this game, dude)
Josh C.: It really does
Me: haha

Later.......

Me: I hope I don't come across as Lynnsensitive. XD
Me: i am going to have fun with this FOREVER
Josh C.: HAHAHAHA
Me: i will!
Josh C.: It is useful Lynnformation.
Me: don't be Lynnsecure
Me: hahahahah
Me: it was a Lynnside job.
Me: Lynndigestion is never fun
Me: my beauty is Lynndescribable.
Josh C.: :O
Josh C.: This is Lynnsane.
Me: LYNNSANE CLOWN POSSE
Josh C.: OHH, HOW LYNNOVATIVE
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!
Josh C.: I got anally probed by Space Lynnvaders
Me: HAHAHA
Me: Lynnstant replay!
Me: we are really Lynncredible
Josh C.: Authorities have been dealing with the recent Lynnsurrection.

We're still texting new mutations everyday. Comment if you have one!

Let's go Lyyyyyynn, let's go! BOOM BOOM

A chant poem from my creative writing class.

From 12:30-2:00

Surreality in T minus 10, 9, 8.

Without a blastoff, but with hard-boiled eggs

A smoking cell phone, divorce, dirty floors,

Tinsel, terror and pets.

Surreality in T minus 7, 6, 5.

Don’t tell me, don’t tell me.

I’m Lynn, not from the city of sin.

You needn’t come in or give in or sin .

Surreality in T minus 4, 3.

But Mom, it’s not mine this time,

So keep the booze flowing and imbibe.

Surreality in T minus 2, 1

What? No, that’s not the case this season

Reason being it’s been out of fashion for ages.

It’s not bestiality is it? I don’t hate my friends do I?

Am I insecure, fat, disciplined, slow,

Too likely to follow?

Do I really help people more than I need to? Is that possible?

Was that floor washer

Too small for such a big store?

Ugh, you again? I thought I had rid myself of your face.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you you you you.

Seriously. Just fuck you.

What does that mean, one fourteen?

Should I sit here?

Does it matter where?

Who are you, anyway?

We sit here on this black pavement

Hoping to make our lungs the same color

With our tar-filled sticks.

Can we slow down, here?

I don’t understand why Mr. Winkler is singing.

Well, I do.

But “That’s Amore” is Mr. Martin’s job.

Quietly, quaintly insane, quick,

With a less than calm feeling

About family, fad diets, friends, and self.

Scared? Damn fucking right.

Freaky music isn’t its right place.

It’s not going away, you know.

Unless you make it go away.

Lucidity? What’s that?

Control. It’s only control.

Control your actions and what’s going on.

When I try to control things, I lose it.

And then it’s…

Surreality in T minus zero.

No blastoff remember?

Open your eyes

And realize your reality.

Gas Station Etiquette

We, the cashiers and gas station attendants of your local gas station, would like for everyone in the world to read and follow these rules when stopping at a gas station. If the gas station has a deli (like mine and a few others in our chain), there are a few more rules that need to be followed.

Gas Station Etiquette

Get off of your cell phone.

Don’t get mad when the prices are too high. I don’t make the prices.

Turn your engine off. Don’t leave the nozzle unattended. You’ll get pump stopped and then you’ll complain.

Don’t ask to charge anything so you can “pay it back (insert date/time).” We can’t do that.

Don’t yell at me when I ask you for an ID for cigarettes. It’s my job, it’s the law, and it’s not my problem. If you don’t know to have your ID ready, get out of my store and stop complaining that I’m carding your 18-year-old ass.

Know that I won’t sell you tobacco when some kid just came in looking for the same thing without an ID. See above rule.

Look for the milk, soda, ice cream, etc. They’re usually in the same general area in every store: in the back, in the cooler/freezer.

Don’t tell me that your scratch ticket is a winner when the machine says it’s not. Take it up with the state. There’s nothing I can do.

Don’t order your coffee at my counter. Do you see the big Dunkin’ Donuts sign over there?

Don’t order your sandwich at my counter. Do you see the big Subway sign over there?

Know that it says to pre-pay inside if you’re paying with cash. There’s a huge sign that says so by the pump you’re at.

If something isn’t ringing up, don’t say it must be free. It isn’t. Stop saying it.

If I ask you if you’d like anything else, don’t say “a bag of money/a million dollars” or something similar. I get that enough. You’re annoying.

At the deli counter, don’t say “not too thin and not too thick.” That’s a given.

Don’t complain that the items in your call-in order are too thin/too thick. If you want it exactly as you want it, come in and order it and let us know. We’re not mind readers.

Similarly, if I tell you your order will be ready in half an hour and you show up in ten minutes, your order won’t be ready. You can’t get it for free that way and your right to complain has been taken away.

Don’t give me a $20 bill for a 50 cent paper. That’s just evil.

Don’t ask for change for a $100 bill at 5:30 in the morning. We obviously don’t have it.

Tip the cashier 10% when s/he sells you a winning scratch ticket that’s $100 or more.

Clean your mess at the table. We’re not your parents, and you’re 70 years old. You can clean it up. At least wipe the crumbs on the floor.

Men, stop peeing on the walls of the bathroom. You complain that it smells, yet you don’t aim for the toilet seat and pee gets everywhere.

We know you want your meat/cheese sliced for sandwiches, but how do you want it sliced? If you say for sandwiches, I’ll slice it how I please.

Get everything you need and pay for it all at once. Don’t come back four times because you keep forgetting. It holds up lines and wastes everyone’s time.

I can’t pick you a winning ticket. You get what you get.

When the lights are off and the door is locked, we’re not open. Stop asking.

If the lottery machine reads your bet slip incorrectly, it’s not our fault so don’t get mad.

If there’s a deal, like our BOGO Dasani 1-liters, we mean the 1-liters, not the 20 oz bottles, so read the sale signs. It’s not that hard.

If we give you the wrong cigarettes, let us know! Don’t complain when you pay and it’s wrong. Look at them and tell us or speak up.

Don’t leave the freezer/cooler doors open.

We do have ice. Look for the ice freezer that has ICE in big letters.

No, we’re not out of newspapers. We hid them on you.

STOP GIVING ME WET MONEY. Do you realize how disgusting that is?

We're not always chipper, specifically when any of the above are not followed or it's early in the morning.

Dead Keepsakes

This is one of my babies. I wrote this in high school and touched it up this semester.


Dead Keepsakes

Hang them from the ceiling
With twine around their necks.
Days go by, the life dripping out of them,
The color draining.
Look what has been done.
But everyone does it
Why put them to waste?
They’re keepsakes,
A reminder of something significant
Or someone significant
In such a useless and forgotten life.
Some parts green, others muddy brown
And the foul stench,
Just the thought is repulsive.

They’re hung from the ceiling with twine,
Swaying slightly as the wind blows
Through the old and dirty drapes,
Filling the room with old air
Despite the new day.

The dust settles on everything, covering what reality lies beneath.

But that wind shifts the covering of the reality.

It has exposed the veracity of the situation

And it is pieced together only to crumble as the keepsakes do when handled roughly.
The years go by and the stench departs slowly
Colors remain the same, yet dulled.
Dried and useless,
A memo from a time of hope.

When he would lull you asleep softly singing a song,

When he would kiss the nape of your neck,

When he would pat your head while it was in his lap.

But the future proved the hopeful times
Weren’t as happy as he said they would be.
So to show him the feeling,
Hang them from the ceiling
With twine around their necks.
Then the days go by, the life drips
And the color drains.
Why put them to waste?
They’re keepsakes.

For starters...

The first trillion posts here will be a lot of different things, but mainly revised work from high school and stuff I've done this past semester in my creative writing class.

This is something I've cooked up (or brought upon myself?) and I think it's hysterical. Then again, I do have a horribly arid sense of humor.

Words that Need to be Learned and Used More Often:

Shitheel (an asshole, jerk off, douche bag, etc.)

Dolt (an idiot; a tool; a dumbass.)

Asshat (someone whose head is constantly up his or her ass, making his or her ass a hat!)

Quaff (to drink deeply)

Wung* (the past tense of “wing.” Example: I forgot to study for the test so I wung it.)

You’re (the contraction of “you” and “are.” It is different from “your,” which is possessive. “Your grammar is so atrocious you’re now required to take and ace a grammar course.”)

You’re? Why is that there?

It’s for the idiots that don’t know that there is another form of “your.”

*Wung is not an actual word; though, once you start using it, it makes a lot of sense.

A Silly Conversation Outside of Wilson Hall:

Girl: Can I masticate your wenis?

Boy: Can you…what?

Girl: Can I chew on your elbow skin?

Boy: Once you masticate a wenis, you’re masticating all the other wenises that other mouths have masticated before it masticated that wenis.

Contractions

You are not= You’re not or You aren’t (both singular and plural)

She is not= She’s not or She isn’t

We are not= We’re not or We aren’t

They are not= They’re not or They aren’t

Following this pattern, shouldn’t we be able to say

I am not= I’m not or I amn’t?


Apparently not.







Whether or not you find this funny, I don't care; I do. Have I mentioned that I'm an English major and grammar fanatic?