made in jazn

I am into implied rhythm.

When you read this, you must read slowly, YOU. must. READ. slowly. Or else the heavens will open and bestow upon you 10 curses spanning over the course of 10 years leaving you absent minded and urgent cared by 10 nurses.

The irony is that you read that swiftly, to imply power within the words, we must speak SWIFTLY. 

I am into sometimes rhymes. 

Not all the time, but sometimes. 

I AM NOT INTO PERIODS. UNLESS PERIODS MEAN ABSURDITY THEN I AM WAY INTO PERIODS.

I am sorry. Caps-lock was definitely on. 

I am god within the machine. DEUX EX MACHINA - was a great video game. 

WHAT IS THIS? 

Poetry. I am Poetry. I am literally Poetry.  

“But Jason this isn’t anything”…

“Shut up”

I am not about to have a dialogue with myself. 

Sometimes when we talk we fall into paces, you say, I say, we say, paces, like I mean oh my god shut up what did he say? 

Literature. I am Literature. I am literally Literature.  

I see a bright future. I say a reader struggling to interpret nonsense. I see dark clouds over your love life. I see sarcasm within this poem. I see crossed swords on your horizon. I see a writing exercise designed to confuse, not inspire. I see you drew the fools card.

Why do we always draw the fools card?

I am into…

Rhythm implied into. Am I?

PS: I am either none of these or all of these asians.

SO ART. 

One day you will find this
and youwillreadit.

One day you will unshelf this blog, and like a dusty book in 4 wall library you will open a door.

One day you will attend a Saturday Night. LIVE. from new york its Saturday Night. Live from a single dorm in the distant future, its Jason’s hopes and dreams, yay confetti party Night Live.

Someday you will define your self as something. Lets all hope that day never comes.

Maybe (synonym. most likely) you will forget to remember things. Incaseyoudo.

Say something PROFOUND.

like.

1. The secrets of the universe is equal to the wing span of a single neuron.
2. When all else fails, close your eyes and fix your tie.
3. The weight of the world means nothing when your on a see-saw
4. Empty your pockets! Chewing gum and licorice. We are all Earthbound. (that was a haiku, fyfi)
5. Sometimes shoes can save lives.

also remember that

You like punctuation.
You like putting punctuation where it. doesn’t belong.not.really
You like uniforms but only when it refers to single people
You like your collar bone.
You like video games and books and comic books and stories and dragons and sitting on santa’s lap telling him how bad you want to shit yourself from all the excitement.
You dislike shitting yourself.
You like speaking before thinking and thinking before breathing.
You like longboards.
You like crashing.
Into parties.
You like to play
You like to play especially. < —-
You like movies.
You like making them.
guitar. < —-

You call your self Asian when you are nervous. As if you had forgotten.
You get mad when people make judgment calls based on musical taste.
You like to be taken seriously but only by yourself.
You don’t like to be taken seriously by strangers.
You sound like a teenage girl on paper.
You watch movies because every time you finish one you pretend to be really solemn so no one will bother you and then you act out all of your favorite scenes in your room to your reflection in the black glass on the small TV sitting on your dresser, only because this world needs a little more open tundras, fleeting fields, bands of brothers, wars and daggers, paper machete galoshes, tin cans that talk, cans of worms that open portals to alien worlds where teenagers from the 80s embark on a ludicrous adventure with beings of very cheesy animatronics, shrink rays, plastic scimitars and paper hearts You don’t condone organ doners as much as you condone really generous people.

You like your ginger like you like your labels for people.
You don’t like ginger.

You will never accept Aquaman as a super hero and on the off chance that you are ever saved by him you are hereby bound to attempt to fight him to the death, or kill all of his friends and then kill yourself to rescue your own honor and to save yourself the shame of being rescued by the gayest superhero in the world.

Disclaimer: There are two kinds of gays in this world. There are fun people that happen to be homointrestedinthesamesexuals. And then there’s Aquaman.

note that Aquaman will always be referred to in the negative sense. ALWAYS.

One day you will make “Ella Fitzgerald” told you so catch on and you will be the coolest in all the seven seas. Or maybe just in this blog.

Tomorrow you will write in this again.

cue life changing blog.
roll nostalgic cameraman.
cut to: white

(i need to write more in this more frequently)
(apologies for my absence)

your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

This is an organization of people. Its about busy people and lonely people. Happy people and frightened people. Young people who want a good life for their children and old people who want to know that somebody cares.  People are so busy that they don’t have time to wonder if anything they are doing is worthwhile, and people who face day after day of having nothing to do but wish that someone might need them. This is the purpose of integration. This is what integration means. It means weaving into the whole even parts that are uncomfortable or don’t seem to fit. Even the parts that are complicated and painful. What is more worthy of our time and our love than this.

-Lisa Kron from the play “Well”