Humanless Cities

towering giants
older than the oldest man
in humanless cities

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Lyric

Lobster degenerates
Musical instruments.
Wear your heart on
Your lapel.
Climbing mountains
On stilts and suntans.
I got a stain on my pants
And it’s pissing me off.

Roll your eyes
At my disguise.
See if I care
Cause I got flare.
Flash,
Pizaz,
And a feather hat.

Standing in a field
Like a goat with a stethoscope.
Staring at the cows
And watching them cope.
With a life so short
And meaningless.
Beef for humans
Indentured
Potential food.

Incentive for complacency
Complacency for emergency.
Don’t move for the ambulances
Cause their wasting your time.
Selfish and tasteless
Fat and greedy.
Flicking that butt
Out of the window.

Waking Up

Waking up, I felt a little sick.
and thought to myself…

“I should take the day off!”
(pause for a few seconds)
running to the computer,
frantically counting,
days off.

All before she wakes up.

“We could go on a trip”
Thinking quickly…
“Ithaca!”

“Kimberly, I have 3 days left”
“Actually, 2 now”…
(pause for a few seconds)
“I’m taking today off”
“You are!”, Kimberly’s eyes widened

“And we’re going to Ithaca”
“We are!”, Kimberly had become
wildly excited!

We continued to sleep
for some hours.
Healing from
a sleep deficit.

Packing up snacks, water,
the dog.
We left our home.
Departing
because of spontaneity.

The trip was
as fun as
the destination.

We saw flowers and water,
climbed on rocks.
Kimberly even did yoga,
out in public.
A first for her!
I was
and still am
immensely proud of her.

As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,
Aaron

Gravity

Gravity

Here’s a recent drawing I just finished. I haven’t added any drawings in a while so I thought I’d add this one. It’s called “Gravity”. It’s on 18″ x 24″ drawing paper. The paper is more meant for dry media but I think it works well for pen and ink.

I wanted the drawing to have this swooping, continuous line that the eyes could follow and imagine what goes on after the paper ends.

Fashionable Attempts At Being A Fashionably Fashionable Fashionable Person

I tried to write a program
in C# but you can’t do that in PyCharm.
Because PyCharm is for Python.
I feel stupid. I feel like a bowl of rubber bands.
I can’t explain how I feel, it’s difficult.
I have a hard time explaining myself in general.
Sometimes I’m overworked,
sometimes I’m underworked.
I still find a way to complain
because it makes me feel better.
I’m sick of feeling like I’m
competing with everyone
I’m afraid to be wrong in public
or anywhere
because it seems like the moment
you show that you’ve made a
mistake or misspelled something,
someone bites
just to prove that you’re wrong.
It’s useless to think about
because it ends in frustration.
The cold is too cold,
I can’t sit comfortably or stand
comfortably or sleep comfortably
because my body is too tense
from trying to keep warm and it
makes me feel edgy.
I’m tired of know-it-all society
of everyone putting everyone else down
“I’m smarter than you”
it’s mean.
But mean people deserve to be treated nicely.
Everyone does,
even if you aren’t always treated the way you want.
That doesn’t mean others shouldn’t be subjected to unkindness.
I wish driving didn’t exist,
I hate it.
I wish hatred didn’t exist,
I hate it.
I like laughter though, it feels good.
I’m tired of feeling stupid and
I’m tired of comparing myself to others
I’m sick of eating a lot of times
but I do it because it’s necessary.
There’s not much I believe in,
beliefs weigh you down.
I like having a partner,
someone who sees me for me
goes on adventures.
I don’t like groups, I don’t see a lot of use in them.
It took me a long time to achieve what I’ve done.
It still never feels like enough.
It’s always a race to make more money and push people over.
The meaning of life is to not think about life
but the downfall of being human is that you think too much
about things that mean nothing.
Find a speck on the ground and smile, laugh,
not because it’s funny because you can relax and focus on
one thing for one moment, laugh because relaxation feels
good
and so does laughter.
Lately I feel like I just can’t get enough
relaxation, I hunger for sleep but it’s never enough
I’m just constantly tired but too stubborn to go to sleep.
Or do anything to help myself.
I need to draw, paint, make weird musical instruments.
I just can’t get myself to do it right now.
I know it will happen again, once I get better so I
use that hope to help me and the strength from my
partner helps me go along.