The Dry Dusty Corrosion of Joel's Brain

Yes, I'm talking to you, Vista. Mainly because you smell like a hermaphrodite.

My teacher's name is Peggy.
She teaches Restaurant Law.
We were learning about law.
She said 'ass.'
I wrote a poem about it.
Here it is:



Peggy said Ass
in Class
with Sass

should we file
a Class-Ass-tion
lawsuit?

The end.

I figured life would get better. When do these aches and pains stretch into that space where we can breathe again? Where the air comes in freely, and we only strain to hear the faint movements of the one that lies near.

I feel like I've melted so many times; and every time I do, those cold winds come across me, freezing me in place, restricting me, and leaving me without the pieces that evaporated with the wind.

I can only be who I am. Any effort to be any different is futile.

If you told me I was beautiful, I don't think I would believe you. I shatter every reflection.

I remember humidity’s weight, and how it lifted with the last rays of the sun. Cool winds set in around us from the north, blowing away our senses as we hung there, effortless, weightless. Birds spun above our heads as a feathery halo, swooping downwards to lay wreaths of kisses upon our crowns. Smiles came over us like phantoms – the mysteries and comforts of good company seeping into our skin.

I extended my legs and stretched out my bare toes, watching them as we swung forward, wishing they could reach all the way to the Tennessee, dip into those crystal waters, and break the reflection of the moon. But I wouldn’t want to harm the view.

It was a beautiful night with a beautiful friend.

As the birds fell away and evening shadowed everything along the cliffs to the east, I let out a long, contented sigh, and kicked at the ground to send us swinging one last time.

Best served with sprinkles

My jaw unfolds
My mouth’s ingress,
Stretching as a goblet
To fill its expanse
With crunched candy coatings -
Soft delicate yummies -
Surrounding ice chills
Of vanilla cream tasties.

As my mouth closes ‘round
This cool, stainless vessel,
Its corners curl upwards
In delightful tongue wrestles
Till sugar-sweet porcelain
Is scraped to its last drop,
And all that remains
Is the cherry ‘twas on top.

A Moment Last November

Cast this wretched
Turmoil to the ground.
Press it under your boot
Until it cracks and splinters.
Let wind litter it around
The sidewalk with the leaves.

Now nothing is left,
Save me and cold.
If only I could force
This biting chill
To the pavement also.

Alas, its colors avoid grasp,
Save the rosy complexion
It burns on my cheeks -
Like the salty tracks
Of your departure,
Searing my skin.

A mnemonic of you
Has defined itself
In my expressions
Forever.

I can't wait for my train ride tomorrow.

I am dead serious.

That is all.

I'm dangling from the dripping nub
in a helpless squibble of flailing limbs,
falling tears,
and self-mastication -
the teeth tenderize the tongue,
the tongue soaks the lips,
and the lips yearn to lick themselves
as the teeth continue to nibble.

This can't be productive.

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Don't ask me where I got that. Not depressed, just creative... or something.

ok, in-grown hairs on your elbow are NOT cool, mainly because you don't even notice them until you prop your head up and, in doing so, set your elbow on the table. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

I popped that lil' bastard.

Here it is. An update.

That is all.

"The son of God is the access to the grace in which I now stand, and I need no other. I need not his mother, I need not any of the others for whom he died, I need only Jesus, and praise God I have Jesus, the Lord Jesus Christ, my Jesus."

-Donald Grey Barnhouse

I want to be saved again.

Give me a shipping address, and I'll make you a personalized CD of songs that I think of when I think of you. I will not send two people the same CD - you know that when you get a mix tape from me, it was made just for you.

If it makes you feel safer, email me your address: voljoelvol@gmail.com

Where's the line between not enough pride and too much pride? How do we keep ourselves balanced, in that place where we're not sacrificing our self-esteem, but we're not being egotistical either?

"Irreconcilable differences means you have differences you can't reconcile."

Thanks, Colin Cowherd. You're an amazing radio talk show host. I can't believe they pay you - PAY YOU - to feed us this shit, especially in such a major time slot.

Also, I love your segment entitled "rants of the day." That's so clever for a radio show. No really, it really really is.

Oh, wait, sorry, I just remembered I was being sarcastic.

Redemption:
1. The act of redeeming or the condition of having been redeemed.
2. Recovery of something pawned or mortgaged.
3. The payment of an obligation, as a government's payment of the value of its bonds.
4. Deliverance upon payment of ransom; rescue.
5. Salvation from sin through Jesus's sacrifice.

Scars:
1. A mark left on the skin after a surface injury or wound has healed.
2. A lingering sign of damage or injury, either mental or physical.

Doubt:
1. To be undecided or skeptical about: began to doubt some accepted doctrines.
2. To tend to disbelieve; distrust: doubts politicians when they make sweeping statements.
3. To regard as unlikely: I doubt that we'll arrive on time.

Monstrous:
1. Shockingly hideous or frightful.
2. Exceptionally large; enormous: a monstrous tidal wave.
3. Deviating greatly from the norm in appearance or structure; abnormal.
4. Of or resembling a fabulous monster.

Inside
1.
a. An inner or interior part.
b. Inward character, perceptions, or feelings: felt good on the inside about volunteering to help.
2. An inner side or surface.
3. The part away from the edge; the middle part.

Alive:
1. Having life; living.
2. In existence or operation; active: keep your hopes alive.
3. Full of living or moving things; abounding: a pool alive with trout.
4. Full of activity or animation; lively: a face alive with mischief.

My fears have worn me out

I've got my hands at redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I'll come alive, come alive

- Switchfoot

I want to place my sins at the foot of the cross and experience mischief in the mysteries of Jesus.

I decided to get breakfast at Burger King today because I was hungry and they're close to work. So I pulled into the drive through behind a BMW, and not just any BMW either, this was easily a $70,000 car. Very nice. But also very odd to see it in a Burger King drive through.

As I'm sitting there waiting for my food, I notice the driver is a blond woman, very young, nice body (based on the face, which was thin), her hair was pulled back in a very messy fashion, and she was wearing what looked to be a pajama shirt. In her lap was a little dog.

When she got her food, she proceeded out of the drive through to the parking lot, where she parked her expensive black BMW. As I left, I drove by, and she was sitting in the front seat scarfing down those little tater-tot bite things they serve for breakfast. She was eating like she hadn't eaten in days, and I think she was feeding her dog too.

I thought this was all very strange.

as water drips into the casing
faces crawl out to the span
lusting to be wet and full

this day, your daily bread does not appease
but lies in crumbs on their swollen tongues
as they scan the span
lusting to be wet and full

they take pride in their dry, cracked lips
"we've tasted true life," they say
"it is richer than your daily bread"

as water drips into the casing
dry faces dig into the sand
lusting to be wet and full

Ok, so on May 22nd I will be attending college. Oooh, scary, isn't it? I've never spent more money in my entire life. I'm hoping that when it's all over I'll make enough money to pay it all off. Ugh...

Watched a movie last night called The Squid and the Whale. It was terrible.

Not only that, but I do not think that young boys (12-13 years of age) should be allowed to act out masturbation scenes, let alone portraying (it is acting, after all) the act of spreading their semen around in public places. I mean, come on. When will independent film makers and "artists" realize that there is a level if innocence that needs to be maintained.