4/28/2020
The death penalty is peculiar mainly because we are murdering people for murdering people. What makes it justified to any particular man to choose the punishment to be the same act as the initial crime itself?
If your neighbor came over to your house, strangled your cat, would you walk over to his house, find his kitty, and strangle her too? Wouldn’t that make you equal to him in a barbaric sense of cat strangulation?
1:06am tried it for the first time
as it becomes one with me and my saliva
1:45 everything slower. Dripping. iPhone is slower
OJ is boiling
Always remember: life is cool, man
it’s okay to have a spiritual experience
it’s okay to make mistakes and learn from them
Everything is going to be all right
The animals are flying at me because of the light on in my car.
This experience is dependent upon who can decide within themselves to take it
this is a spiritual experience in which you feel more at one with your soul, nature, and peace
stay in this world of abstract positivity and regulate THIS through your blood streams until the surface bleeds with pain
There is a bug in my car that just wants out. His intentions aren’t clear, though, because he seems to be avoiding the window.
I can’t direct him because he’s too small.
they’re attached to my ear now as I write this
What is your experience with anyone?
I’m inside now, warmer
Wince,
I’m convinced these are not words anymore
How do I know this language?
Memories, speak to me!
I have to write this fucking paper for Alexis, 55% done
2:18am looked out the window, initially, just at my vehicle in general
focused on tire. Rim.
Focues on window.
Exterior.
I’m now in third person point of view – I’m watching myself
in my car. I was just in there. I saw through time, possibly, for the first time.
Alright, guys, games over. The lights are flickering and it looks like multiple people are in my car now. It’s a fucking party. I know it’s not real but my hands are intensifying and my heartbeat is okay.
I do not like that every time I look out to my car there are multiple people and I’m getting colder.
I’m walking on one dimension while sacrificing another. Executive decisions are made constantly.
Time has fucked everything.
My next opponent is time.
2:25 I typed in my MacBook password fast as fuck with one hand
2:36 glares, dancing octopuses in the corner
2:51 intense, emotions. Glasses are no longer tortoise, they’re transferring
I can feel me resisting
I see a bull riding a human, and the human is attempting with all their might to buck the bull off of them. The person understands now and takes the game seriously.
There are still logical feelings here – all feelings are logical
3:00
Savannah
I am so confused about you, babydoll
I don’t know why my phone is even splitting in two
Why am I asking myself if Savannah is real?
Am I real?
It’s okay not to fucking understand her yet, geez, it’s been a few fucking days
Do not discount the love you have for her
Do not,
Half of Facebook are human robots, which means half of the world probably is too
Do not spend time right now on wasting time.
Dr. Pepper is pure rubbing alcohol
Lights outside flickering but fake 3:25
The distractions involved are beyond fathomability
3:27 truth, the ebert of the alexanders
This girl’s paper is fucking due, though
Outlook: this might get ugly
Reality: you’re good bro
Outlook: idk though bro
Reality: I’m fairly certain we are fine
Unknown: It’s so close to call. I loved it.
Unknown 2: we should all do this again some time.
My behavior is just odd
Fuck America (the band) and horses and 3:33 and 3:34 and whoever is adjusting my fucking volumes
I love this. I just witnessed a piece of grass I picked up from Sevier Park with Savannah turn into different forms and evolutions and how it became shiny
Donald is a robot
The Donald is unreachable
It is up to me to get through to him
Tiger’s eye 3:37
Stop clenching jaws, teeth. Good job.
everything will be fine, guys, we’ve only lost a few fucking hours and GOOD MEN
this is celebratory for me
poetry submissions are a big deal
That’s cool, man, give yourself some fucking credit, Jesus Christ
I’ve never been nice to you
Fuck this is weird
Are you different from me?
3:50 gnarls barkley song ends
John fucking legend? Really?
Nah, that’s just right, though
I am a hot commodity, so to speak.
Please do not forget that. Ever. Both parts.
the pyramids
Cigarette 3:55
Sunshine perplexities
Can blue goldstone touch with tiger’s eye?
What does this mean in life?
Is everything symbolic and why does blue goldstone feel badly? It harnesses severity
The pyramid battles against it’s beautiful exterior. The battle no one gives a shit about.
Humanity vs. Big Binnez
AKA everyone
Humanity vs. Everyone
hey, hey, hey, hey
don’t let them distract you
Feel it in
Reel it in
What’s up
Smoke this cigarette
You do not fucking have one
I have nothing to do with my lighter now
the lighter does not like that
I hate rumbles
I act so cool as if I don’t remember studying the dictionary
You fucking fool
Relax though
Not acceptable for you to operate a motor vehicle. People are probably worried about you
People do care about you and love you and want the best for you
Savannah is real
4:15 the bug is still adamant on escaping
4:22 the bug is quieter, don’t look too much into the distance
The light will be on
I love my mom very much and I miss her very much. That much, I know that I know at all times.
4:29 kinda pissed off at how much fucking time I’ve wated and how ridiculous this has been. How can I type so fucking quickly without even really doing much of anything differently with my hands?
4:45 gripping my tiger’s eye
all that matters
these nicotine patches are so full of fucking shit
4:55 Corey Rose declares he is no longer a supporter of Bernie Sanders.
I have a life’s worth of stuff but I don’t have her paper
unfuckingbelievable that it’s me and Aland Dershowitz’ words
ALONE
5:14 Savannah, where are you
I need you so much right now
It’s ok
I’m scaring you away aren’t I?
You need stability.
I am not stability.
She doesn’t care about the money
5:24 I’m holding my tiger’s eye so tight
I need you in real life
Please don’t leave me
Right now
We are all surfaced to this shit
How to get through everything:
It’s gonna be okay
Stop thinking about everything
No one hates you
5:53am brighter, but feels similar
I know you’re holding your stone too.
It’s not about existence anymore
It’s about taking a deep breath
6:38 Tiger’s eye Savannah
6:41 I’m still here
7:56 tiger’s eye. I’m here still
8:40 new meaning to the word windows
we are one big web of humans connected to one another
Insignificant
8:57 tiger’s eye
Actuality
Think harder
They’re all interconnected
You can only have one to a few people who will ever even be able to see what we are capable of and what is genuine
There’s no original document.*
There’s no original window.*
There’s no original file.*
Positivity can suffocate just as intensely
the truth is right here if anyone ever comes fucking looking for it.
there’s a reason why I physically tip-toe
Every time I lose my mind, I come to find out that I am actually discovering it.
back to my factory settings
yesterday,
was the reset
I felt my feelings
it was really nice
I know I don’t have to be anyone else now—
ever
ever again
it’s okay if I stay present forever, truly present without calculation – just being
there’s never a deadline or cutoff unless we agree to it first
I hope I can stay here in serenity forever,
there’s a peculiar hope and lack of anything here
or maybe it’s everything
what it ends up being doesn’t really matter to me anymore:
the label
it is really all about how you feel – at any given moment
who makes you feel what, why they make you feel that way
getting to know another human on a level bound to no stratosphere
it’s not a game this thing we call life, it’s a circus
a personal circus for ourselves
we dictate ourselves to a fault
generally
we treat other humans directly opposed to how we treat ourselves sometimes
why do we let we treat ourselves badly?
what made me hate me?
did I do it? or did someone else plant this doubt inside my noggin at one or more points in my life?
what matters is that the doubt was there
I believe it’s gone now,
but what do I do in the meantime
my world view without a lens of calculation and urgency might be less attractive to the masses
it feels like I’m giving up my fame
but I’m giving away no fame and merely handing over control
I don’t want to live that life anymore,
where my reply has more focus on what the person will think afterwards rather than what the person actually said to me
sometimes, even when listening, I just didn’t fucking listen
I just didn’t care
written by: Corey M. Rose
Why Fire Burns 