I've been experimenting with a lot of different writing styles lately. A lot of them I'm pulling from a book I got last semester called "In the Palm Of Your Hand" by some guy named Kowit. I don't know him. He seems nice enough in the picture on the back cover, but he could be an asshole. Most poets are. Anyway. One of the styles mentioned is called Automatic Writing (which you've probably heard of), which is where you get to a point in your day where you're not really all there mentally (for me that's eating Taco Bell at two in the morning...yes, they're open that late. I love them for it) and then you just start pecking away at the keyboard, taptaptaptaptap without even thinking about what you're writing. You just let it all rush out of you without trying to restrain it or avoid making a mess. It's a lot like a really good orgasm in that sense.

Anyway.

I got two poems made up out of it, and I have to admit that I like them a lot more than I thought I would. I did a few tweaks to them, a few minor revisions to maintain some meter and clarify some sentences that made no sense, but they're all the completely uncensored ramblings of my mind. And they may shock some people who have known me for a while (i.e.: none of you). When I first read them after I decided I was done typing I was shocked myself. But, hey, I'm not one to deny what's tossing around in that old noggin of mine. In a way the words don't really surprise me. Still, I'm gonna toss them up here and see what you guys think.

Anyway.