Useless Genius

The elements were all there
All that was needed was to see it
He was in the midst of it
He could see it
But he couldn't do anything with it.

So I was talking with Tori and it occurred
to me that the reason for her taste in screamo-ish
songs and my dislike of them had a lot to do with
our philosophies and attitudes as well as age
because in this, what we call, society, age has a
lot to do with how we treat other people, and
that's why it matters. So we were exchanging
phone numbers - exchanging songs and she liked
all of the ones I gave her and I liked some of the
ones I looked for on YouTube, and an interesting
difference about that was that I was being the active
person and she was "looking at the song I guess"
and so I was being that thing that she followed
around which is ironic because I've had a follow-ish
mindset myself quite often but I've found that
recently and more modernly that I've been doing
more social and leaderstuff like when I was on
that one creepy facebook chat thing where you
got cutesey names like SquirtleButtikins or something
like that and had pokemon icons and the sorts,
which was weird because.
So I changed my cutesey name to what my name
was on FB because, really, what was the point of
having a cutesey name on a FB chat thing when
you came from the mo'fo' facebook itself!
Excuse me while I take a verbal shit. Thank you.

It was a new sensation for me to be bored.
Really, I'm not used to it. And there I mixed
up my tenses again. I was am doing the dishes :P

We're all the Great I Am, and we're all none of it.
I mean, really, what could be more confusing?
I'm not sure why I'm writing what I write, or who
my audience might be, or what sort of game it is
that I'm playing. I'm "going with the flow" of the
I AM god stuff baby awareness of oceanic
feeling. And I guess that might be where the
problem stems from. Then again,
"You cannot solve a problem with the same
thinking that you used to make it."
But also, with weed, there aren't any problems,

and then I think of Bill Hicks and his joke,
"You see these furrows on my brow? This
is deadly serious. What will happen to my
bank account, to my daughters, to all my money?
Deadly serious."
Never much cared for Bill Hicks, though
I might sound a lot like him.

So why am I talking with my hands to a
monitor screen again?