Haiku Mystery

Today I received a rather cryptic haiku in an e-mail from a mysterious person;

a dramaturge reads,
crime follows ponce follows crime
women waste not time

the fallacy of human emotion & happiness

a prisoner of time, chained by memories

the warmest memories produce painful nostalgia
tragic memories produce sorrow

an ecstacy high, a burst of euphoria
the comedown, extremely uncomfortable and sheer dissapointment in yourself and everything around you

if life persists, is happiness and euphoria worth persuing?
should one attempt to constantly explore to attain some kind of median of happiness?

What's right and what's wrong is socially constructed. I try to actively participate in redefining this but social pressures seem to draw me from doing what is not advised. I want to set good examples in "bad" ways, but still meet some of the same ends, just through less conventional means. The repercussions from the condescending cookie-cutters can be painful, but maybe all i'm looking for is a bittersweet ending anyways...

The Pursuit

I was relentlessly chased through my neighborhood earlier this evening by a pack of centaurs. They wanted to taste my blood just as much as I wanted to taste my own. Luckily, I escaped and made it home. When I returned home I went to grab myself a glass to pour myself some refreshing milk. I quickly came to the discovery that there were no clean glasses, and had to use a tooth pick to compensate. I placed the toothpick upon the table and poured myself a substancial amount of milk from the bag. My grandmother quickly came in and yelled at me soon after. Oh shoot! I realized that the toothpick had not contained the milk and that I had just poured milk all over the table! What's even stranger then the toothpick not containing the milk is the fact that my grandma has been dead for nearly 5 years.

Hospitality

I put some Matthew Good Band music video's on my iPod so you can view them while you're burning to death. I'll even feed you the water your dismembered leg bathed in, from an exquisite chalice, simply to quench your momentous thirst. I hope you'll enjoy our time together as much as I will. You have my word that I will be a good host. And I absolutely promise that if I try to shoot at myself with my revolver and miss again, the bullet will not hit you, unlike my last guest.

An Appropriate Introduction to My Blogspot

Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration... that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves

Now here's Tom with the weather...