Swimmingly

wade above with me

painted yellow

soft yellow sweet

take a splosh with me

lets dabble

any solid color

soft and sweet

lets paddle

slog around with me

painted are we

soft flushed sweet
lets splash

In my line of sight

For sometime now, I've had this image playing in my head.
 If our bodies exist in spacetime as mass pulling its fabric, where do our thoughts exist and what do they do? - digression
Anyways. I keep imagining this husband and wife taking a walk- something they seem to do often. They're pretty young too, and very in love. As they're holding hands, walking and talking in the company misty pink sunset sky, time freezes for one second. It completely stops. The context of the scene totally changes. One of the neighbors, two blocks down, is standing at the front of his lawn. He aggressively walks toward them, from the opposite direction obstructing their path. Before they even notice what's happening, he grabbs her from behind around the waist- picking her up and whistfully carrying her away. Terror gripps her face. She claws at the air, back towards her lover. She begins screaming. screaming. calling her husbands name. All the while her neighbor is stone cold. He shoots the husband as he's running to her. She can't stop screaming and crying and he starts bleeding on the pavement. The neighbor drops her. She runs to her husband and keeps picking up the blood. Crying, screaming, moaning, salyva oozing from her swollen face. Only a few seconds pass. She's covered in blood. She didn't say goodbye. She refuses to say goodbye. Her neighbor then grabbs her by the neck of her shirt and draggs her away. They didn't notice him sitting on the porch of his house watching them walk by, for months now. They literally had no idea. They never would have imagined something like that happening in actual life where the world makes sense. Why would he do it?- he's never met them, he's obvioulsy going to get convicted, and he seemed so harmless.
Was I trying to tell you guys about some profound truth of human nature and society? No- I just can't get this picture out of my head.

Replacement

falling back

plummet
with the intention of abyss
the abscess oscelates
and moments of great pain
are perhaps the times to take

me along side
i want to
feel
raw icy claws
in the folds of my spine
vertebrae

articulation and muscle atachment
are tools to recollect
the throbbings of the past
take a look
back

Matematiques

MATH
so lets get some things straight about the malignant spread of stupidity in relation to the educational structure of mathematics in the States.
Guys, we 'Mericans be so ignant! Seriously dog. Can i tell you how overwhelmingly depressed i am by the fact that millions of college students struggle to excel beyond math121 ? College Algebra is not only the biggest joke of a class i've seen, it exponentially wastes time, money, and effort of all its participants. Not only the stupid kids who failed the class three times, but the smart kid getting A's, and the teacher instructing them.
People say that they don't use over half the math they learned in school.

MATH is a discipline. Disciplines exercise and expand the mind. And if everyone continues to give up on discipline, how are we ever going to excel and achieve past our perception of comfort? Our minds are going to atrophically rot to the state of stagnant retarded goo.

Is it all our faults that we be so dumbly? No. This discipline needs to be heavily imparted on the malleable and absorbent minds of adolescents. So you think teaching a 6th grader calculus is unethical. They do that in Russia. Look how smart kids are in Russia. Why was my Calculus teacher in college in her masters program only three years older than me? Because she learned calculus in 6th grade.

Seriously though. I quit learning math in junior year of high school. My potential growth rate implied I could achieve farther, but why bother? In college, all my math classes have been a sorry excuse for a brief review of everything I learned in high school. The other sad thing is, the kids who didn't get it in high school, still don't get it here. So, what's the point of trying to teach college students the fundamentals of basic Calculus when they didn't exercise the DISCIPLINE in grade school?

IN college, teachers don't care babe. Therefore, they don't push students, they don't encourage them, and they certainly won't take the time to impart any knowledge they achieved in grade school on your sorry soul. They know you won't study. And if your studying, chances are you're a lost cause. You should have been studying years ago. But no one is going to tell you that.

Oh and if you're in like Calculus 3 or something, good for you. Honestly, you're better off than most of us. And you're more diligent and more disciplined and more perceptive of the language. But you're still suffering from the tragic throws of a noncompetitive, politically correct and otherwise lazy country.
 US mericans keep being dumber and more stupidest den all dem other countries. All day err day err day.

What what the point of this rant? IDK but MATH sux bro.

concerning i

The English language is constantly changing, morphing, contradicting itself, getting trapped in its own regulations, evolving, and offending. i believe it to be a useful tool, and is beautiful at times, but it must be stopped. Why? It has taught us self-worship. There is a lot we teach our children about priorities in language. My frusturations lie in the pronoun i. 

That's right. i'm consciously not capitalizing it. You've noticed it for a while now, and if you're a gramatical tightwad like myself then its been irking you for sometime now. You probably have already assessed that i am ignorant, lazy, or annoying- simply from the lack of grammatical conformity. But why must we capitalize i ? Why is the self so important? Why must our rank in sentences be elevated to the status of countries, days of the week... you know God is capitalized, right? 

In Russia they capitalize pronouns You, Your, You're and so on. The other is elevated above the self. That should put our cultural catastrophe  into perspective. i am the most important thing in the English language. i need attention in a sentence structure. i mean, how sad is it that children don't capitilize themselves in a sentence and then get chastized by their teacher and ridiculed by fellow students, but never understand why its so important in the first place?

But can this battle be won in the classroom? Can i really pick and choose my grammar obedience and expect others to understand that a consicous decision is being made? Unfortunately, rather than me demonstrating my opinion of social prioritization being viewed, only the error will be seen. People can't help but notice the problem with i. More attention is drawn to the self than before, only its a flawed self. 

There is still hope though. There is one place that can't be tainted by the socially enforced regulatory fist of standard English grammar- that is, poetry. i will not capitalize i in poetry, and the truly inspired, devoted, analytical reader will understand and hopefully, follow suit. 

 THERE ARE LEGITIMATE REASONS FOR FRUSTURATION, CONCERN, AND ULTIMATE DESIRE TO ABANDON WRITTEN LANGUAGE.