the gears are grinding and I'm breaking down.

one screw loose, the others are all missing.

I still don't know why.

maybe when i'm dead.

ain't it obvious baby girl?

weeded out and stressed out was the poor young man. felt as old as the air in the sky, the height of the volcano's peak, as oldest as the deepest aquatic trench. through thick and through thin the Melvins pounded and smashed and thudded the drummers of his ears. in the door walks the lanky fellow friend. knowing the same delivered feeling from the same exact messenger. well, perhaps not exactly the same feeling. "a circumstantial difference was the problem," he spoke to a peer. "Nothing negative, just slow and painstaking circumstantial problems." nothing he could do but stay positive, seeing as how it made them both smile at each other. thee night went on and both were growing weary of the parading poet. together they cycled off into the lowly animated Orlando metropolis lights. awkwardly and drunkenly posed on the department store ninety nine dollar and ninety nine cent futon couches. "i'm not making any sense right now and I apologize for saying these things." "please just don't tell me your plans, i am going to leave now." after the brief cycle home, we exchanged our farewells in the form of a glue-bodied embrace. here comes the difficult part. the going away. oh so fucking tragic romance generic bullshit it seems. "I'm outta this place, and to do something awesome, and positive, for anyone around me. To anyone who can relate. I will be around like minded people with the same ambitions of progression and happiness. These aren't my plans, this is what will happen. Struggles here, there, and everywhere imaginable will tear us to shreds of fiber. Beat us sideways. Don't put faith in me. I'll be here though. Mean it." One of the best professors I ever had, Dr. Alexander, began his opening moments of class with a simple, but concisely profound question, "What is the good life?". Right now, at this very moment, my good life is splendid due to the fact the Dinosaur Jr. is my background muse. Dr. Alexander. Picture Cleveland, from Family guy, as a real, live human. The one difference being the baritone-romantic-wise-Barry White voice of the professor. This provided a difficult challenge in the class and required me to fight the "fuck school" nap due to the professor's monotonous lull. All irrelevant details excluded, the point is my path to seeking the good life. For me, it is not one of religion, or faith. Both have failed me, numerous times. For me, the good life is about being happy. Super fucking simple. I feel as if I have too much to say, a pressure ready to cave in and ready to implode...at the brink of something great for the exterior...and the interior. A life layed out as an essay on the way life should be laid out. Deceivers to become are the new generation of politicians, painters, doctors, heretics, government officials, writers, athletes, lobbyists, teachers, housewives, musicians, carpenters, thinkers, sinners, preachers, clerics, scum, poison...deceivers with one ending and one path only. So how different are you and me? How alike are we? I think we'd be perfect together, the future for this sounds much better.