idiots in motion

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Advice to a young student

Word for praise
Cum laude
And portentous thoughs creep in about our sat results

Go forth with confidence
And remember the small people
Carpe diem
Is only a fancy way of saying
Get off your lazy ass

Don't smoke and always remember
To wear sunscreen
Your blatant disregard for authority is appalling and you should be ashamed
Of what brown can do for you

Don't sweat the small stuff
Said the penny pinching octogenarian
It's just life
And life is only a test to get into heaven
Or hell where your soul will rot for eternity

A smile says a thousand words but a picture is just
Molten plastic on wasted canvas

Rome wasn’t built in a day
But don't look at me that way because
My feelings for you could change any second

august 23, 2010

blasting beats in a paper sweatshop

A collection o lazy legs and lost homework

Check you ambition at the door and slip into senioritis
Much more comfortable

Blasting beats from the AM till 4,
When we pitter patter out the door
As we did when we were four and ran uncontrollably from classroom to playground

A collection of messages postered on the wall
In an attempt to not get lost in the shuffle
Futile in a room of collected junk and a jumble of rambling thoughts that flow from our heads out our mouths an bounce off the walls like us kids with caffeine in their veins

Memoirs of last night's circulate and weave under table and around footrests
Creeping through legs and filling abandoned shoes, lingering in shadows of the souls that pass through this room

A crazy consortium of clashing classes and mixed up personalities
Only later do we in each other see the hidden qualities we chose not to show in high school

What was a dream is now a reality
And all the sweet finality of senior year envelops us in honey kisses
Faces plump with youth and our nectar-sweet voices greet each other morning after morning as of this day is going to mean something more than the last

Because
In the end, it isnt just highschool for us,
It's our life and in the present we make each moment memorable
Though not all nights are rememberable
After a while when the glory of your last awards ceremony has faded all you have are the memories of yesterday to push you forward

When we are told follow our dreams
We are also told to reach for the stars,
Though out counsellors failed to inform us that the stars are too hot to touch and we would burn our chubby fingers even with even a graze or brush

september 22, 2010

a tribute to awkward lg photos

except I'm at Disneyland, so its different

butter than my universe-ity essay

Sometimes I wonder what happens to the texts lost in cyberspace.

Where are the marauders and mischief-makers who scour the airspace for commuting texts? And why is no one courageous enough to catch them?

If a low-flying airplane departs Boston at 7 PM and a text departs Portland at the same time, where and when do the two meet? Considering a text message moves faster than the speed of light we must acknowledge a few other things:

Birds: do they ever get hit by text messages? Or maybe the question is not whether they are being hit, maybe it is a question of whether or not the birds are stealing our texts.

When a text is stolen, lost forever to the wireless gods, does anyone read it? IF A TEXT FALLS IN THE FOREST AND NOBODY IS AROUND, DOES ANYONE CARE???

What happens to a text on its journey from one mobile device to another? The message is more often than not the same on arrival as it was on delivery. But with the issue of late texts, more questions emerge. Since the messages are the same, it is false to assume they were raped and pillaged. Maybe the text was merely raped and released, free to go about its business. Do the birds rape text messages?

Let us consider the text’s flight through open air (we can assume air resistance is negligible.) At what age can a text fly as an unaccompanied minor? Is each message carried personally through the sky by Hermes? Or is it put into an Hermès luggage bag which is then starpped to the back of Pagasus? When considering the conundrum of the lost texts, these are all factors we must consider.