Monday, August 9, 2010

A Day In The Life of Naje*.

............I am working diligently on my Economics homework. It's late and I've been smitten with sickness that I've been fending off arm and limb for the previous 24 hours. At a painstaking sloth like pace i make my way onto the fourth problem. I mentally pinch my conscience in attempt to prevent myself from toppling over from my swivel arm chair head first onto the carpet, which for other than the filth it's covered in, is an attractive alternative for my bed that taunts me across the room. But enough is enough, midnight is dawning and I have a 6 o'clock wake up call so I force my mind's roaming to revert back to the oversized textbook cutting of my hamstring circulation. Reading the question at hand, it says "How do unicorns affect the natural rate of unemployment?". So now I have to consider whether Pepto Bismol is a hallucinogenic because I sincerely doubt that the author of my textbook has taken such a creative approach to explaining economics principals. I do, however, momentarily consider the possibility that if employed, this superior species of equine that is, frictional employment would increase as the entrance of more efficient workers in perhaps the mining industry or in freelance gardening would push out our own homo sapiens. Dumping those raucous jumping beans of thought I refocused my attention and fought against the weighty pull of gravity on my eyelids to once again find the beginning of the sentence and attempt to regain my sanity. My perseverance payed off in the end when I discovered the cryptic scenario at hand. The word "unions" and "unicorns" have far too many letters in common.

.............Hello dyslexia. My name is naje.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Me and You. Just us Two.

You explore
You probe the boundaries of existence
You dig deep into reality and time.

I question
Every now and then I dispute
I wonder what it's like to be brilliant
Your mind is a convoluted maze of intricately crafted gears,
All fitting into one another with infallible accuracy as they turn in a continual rhythm.


Meanwhile your ponderings take hold of your conscience
Theories materialize like levitating pods without foundation
But as you jabber by logic constructs grounds
Coherence that is all but logical.

I'm relieved its illogic you seep.

It is all i can decipher
And despite your brand of insanity not being lock and key with my own
It seems as though desolation calls for a familiar.

Accept what sanity evades me.

You know that variant wavelengths are inaudible
And silent life is pitiful existence
So just give in.

We are the same crescent and the same trough.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hunk'o Chunk 'o Green.

After a grueling two hour chauffeured drive from Stony Brook back to good ole Brooklyn, I resolved my next political undertaking. Inching our way down Nichols road I decided that another lane ought to be added to the LI expressway and the entire highway network as a whole. For those environmentally conscious, a green lane should be gratefully offered. Even increasingly conservative, this path need not even to be built ! It happens to be situated comfortably adjacent to the existing roads.

Ouija ! That center patch of green; that overlooked hunk'o grass is just uselessly wasting away. So simple you're kicking yourself right now for by thinking of it first huh? It's alright don't harsh the mellow, underachievers just make success that much sweeter.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Human Relations, Meet College.

"Hey pass the grinder."
"No. Get it yourself."
"Yo, I fucking hate you. You're right there."

....When the sole fabric of friendship rests upon whether your roommate will pass you the weed grinder it may be time to reevaluate the basis on which you build rapport.

....During simpler times people expected you to grow as a person in college as oppose to digress. Kumquats.

Nothing's Missing.

The casual banality will no longer keep me at ease
I yearn to laugh once more
run
be chased
smile
wonder
leap
and be caught.

Throw me up
and still time for a quarter of a seconds tick
for a gasp of breath.

Watch as my pupils momentarily bloat
as I pause on horizons zenith
and catch me with a single intrepid swoop

Engluf me in what I know rages deep
take me
all of me.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Abolutely Alice.

............Dear readers of The Argyle Registry,
I must sincerely apologize for my lengthy disappearance, however it was quite unexpected and unintentionally elongated. It was inconsiderate for me to have vanished without a trace or an explanation, I regrettably admit, but what is done is done and it is with uplifting grace that I reenter my cerebral home away from home to resume my creative expression.
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I've believe up to 6 impossible things before breakfast she said and by this adage I live to the final of my days.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Waxy.

I'm gross, I had to use four ear thingies to clean my ears before prom.

Ear sticks....?

Ear pokes... ?

P-tips... ?

T-tips... ?

Q-Tips!

Why in the world are they called Q-tips?