Do not punch anyone in the face.
Do not punch anyone in the anywhere for that matter.
No violence. Do not do it.
Regardless of what you feel is appropriate. Do not do it.
Your instinct is wrong.
Smile instead. Listen to the static. Listen to
the long note and joy in it.
You will have a good day.
Listen to the storm warning and hear it.
Let it coach you. Let it talk to you. It is not noise.
It is sound.
Breath in and out.
It is sound and the sound is in you and there is nothing
to do about it.
Motivation is angry
at its core.
It does not have to be angry at its terminal.
Know this and opperate
and we all go home intact.
original works of parts
Return of the Giant Robot
The rotor blades were deafening.
I was reaching down to him
to clasp hands and lock on hard enough,
dislocations aside,
to haul him up
because science doesn't play games
when it comes to survival.
I was close.
The zombies were
clawing
their
way up
the body of the mech
that shut down.
It ran out of fuel or battery or whatever was making it go.
Its difficult to remember.
The last thing he did was command it
to reach up its hand as high as it could go
and blow the cockpit in it's chest and climb
for all he was worth
along the arm plate armor
after stomping out every last undead soul
his eight ton boot could mash
into red paste.
The helicopter went too fast on its first pass and wheeled back
for another one.
They climbed and climbed harder and faster,
the mech a statue, and the beacon firing off in my ear piece
shouting "you're here, you're here, you're here"
like a bird for an arrow tip
and swinging in
feet from his hand
the helicopter missed.
I watched him jump and brake against the second tier
and break apart on the third tier of a sky scraper beside it.
I pulled my rip chord in dreamland
and landed
conscious and in one piece.
Happy to be breathing;
wishing I was dead.
I was reaching down to him
to clasp hands and lock on hard enough,
dislocations aside,
to haul him up
because science doesn't play games
when it comes to survival.
I was close.
The zombies were
clawing
their
way up
the body of the mech
that shut down.
It ran out of fuel or battery or whatever was making it go.
Its difficult to remember.
The last thing he did was command it
to reach up its hand as high as it could go
and blow the cockpit in it's chest and climb
for all he was worth
along the arm plate armor
after stomping out every last undead soul
his eight ton boot could mash
into red paste.
The helicopter went too fast on its first pass and wheeled back
for another one.
They climbed and climbed harder and faster,
the mech a statue, and the beacon firing off in my ear piece
shouting "you're here, you're here, you're here"
like a bird for an arrow tip
and swinging in
feet from his hand
the helicopter missed.
I watched him jump and brake against the second tier
and break apart on the third tier of a sky scraper beside it.
I pulled my rip chord in dreamland
and landed
conscious and in one piece.
Happy to be breathing;
wishing I was dead.
Motor
In the way out back we
laugh and take things far too seriously.
Kick rocks and dig up from the core.
Remember classes? There was an article
about making money.
Worth the read
in that knowing when caring is important
is as important as when concern
is an over reaction
and now is brutal bliss
with a side of go.
The stars are a little icky
on the tongue and sinuses.
Thinking about vacations is a tall order.
Pack for snow or for sand?
Speak German, or Spanish, or Tokyo'n.
Goggles are important.
Towels too.
I had this dream and we talked it out
because I felt like I was betraying what I stood for
in enjoying it. I loved that I could talk
because no one hears you scream in outer space
or something like that.
I've heard.
The ice cream won't jimmy itself.
Too much salt is too much salt.
Hurt is for the slow and the dull.
Myths. Hold my hand. I like the paint marker shine on my fingernails. My shoes are beautiful if you look really hard.
It said the top one percent own twenty percent of everythin'.
May have been closer to fifty.
Drummed up panic.
Horseshoe is a fine game.
Spit tastes close to hot fountain water
at the basketball courts.
But dig up from the core
and I will love you. Engine running. At the border.
laugh and take things far too seriously.
Kick rocks and dig up from the core.
Remember classes? There was an article
about making money.
Worth the read
in that knowing when caring is important
is as important as when concern
is an over reaction
and now is brutal bliss
with a side of go.
The stars are a little icky
on the tongue and sinuses.
Thinking about vacations is a tall order.
Pack for snow or for sand?
Speak German, or Spanish, or Tokyo'n.
Goggles are important.
Towels too.
I had this dream and we talked it out
because I felt like I was betraying what I stood for
in enjoying it. I loved that I could talk
because no one hears you scream in outer space
or something like that.
I've heard.
The ice cream won't jimmy itself.
Too much salt is too much salt.
Hurt is for the slow and the dull.
Myths. Hold my hand. I like the paint marker shine on my fingernails. My shoes are beautiful if you look really hard.
It said the top one percent own twenty percent of everythin'.
May have been closer to fifty.
Drummed up panic.
Horseshoe is a fine game.
Spit tastes close to hot fountain water
at the basketball courts.
But dig up from the core
and I will love you. Engine running. At the border.
Shaving
I taught myself how to shave
and how to change a tire
and how to do an oil change.
I taught myself how to tie a tie
and how to tie a tie right
and almost how to make a bow tie.
I taught myself how to drive stick
and how to talk like you mean it
and how to joke. When you mean it.
These things took work
and he was done working with me
when I was ready
to offer
input.
Okay. Part two? No.
But I will
be willing
to help anyone else
as long as
they don't ask me
where I've inned.
and how to change a tire
and how to do an oil change.
I taught myself how to tie a tie
and how to tie a tie right
and almost how to make a bow tie.
I taught myself how to drive stick
and how to talk like you mean it
and how to joke. When you mean it.
These things took work
and he was done working with me
when I was ready
to offer
input.
Okay. Part two? No.
But I will
be willing
to help anyone else
as long as
they don't ask me
where I've inned.
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