Know Failure

Know failure.

Get it
deep
down
in your heart
and be
comfortable
with the idea
that you're going
to lose
big time.

It's ok.

There's two sides
to a coin.

You're also
going to
win
big.

In anything
you want.

Don't let
anybody
tell you
otherwise.

They, yes,
they
want you
to not only
fail,
but lose all.

They want you
to be buried
with regrets
and broken dreams.

They
want you
crying
in your grave.

Don't
let it
happen.

You
have the choice.

YOU.

It's your decision
and only yours.

Take a damn chance
for once
in your life.

Fail.

A million times.

But,
for fuck's sake
keep going.

Enjoy the failure
and enjoy the lessons
each one
gives you.

I want you
to smile,
not only
in your casket,
but on your
bed each night.

You don't deserve
the life
you are
forced
to live.

It's time.

Time to create
your life
full of failures,
full of victories,
free of fears,
and filled with bliss.

The only reason
why
we were put
on this earth.

So,
the only question
remains is
why are you sitting
here?

Be gone
with your bad
self!

Jehovah's Bug

Persistence.

Some of us have it,
most of us
don't.

Jehovah Witnesses do.

We can all
take a page
from their book.

Most of us are
lazy
and give up
way too easily.

Sure,
their conversion rate
is not impressive,
but how many times
have you invited
a complete stranger
into your home
because of this?

I'm going to be
as persistent
as they are.

Except,
with my writing, drawing,
health,
endurance,
sexual stamina,
prosperity,
and even
becoming a
better person.

Yes,
me.

Or maybe,
I'm setting myself up
to become a
Jehovah's Witness.

It's fine.

I sure do
love
to bug
the shit
out of everyone.

May I come in?

Laughing Hair

My great grandpa
never
smiled much.

He was burdened.

He knew adversity.

That would give these
new kids
nightmares
till their own mind
destroyed
their own body.

He
lived on.

Expressionless.

Doesn't mean
he didn't know how
to make others
smile,
even after he's been dead
for 10 years.

He made me laugh
today.

My grandpa
was giving me a haircut
and he told me
when his father
would cut his hair.

He'd ask him
how he wanted it,
long or short?

And my grandpa would tell him.

He'd cut it
his own way.

Took his time too.

Made sure it was nice and short
when my grandpa wanted
the exact opposite.

We both laughed.

A good memory
passed on
from one generation
to the next.

Now, it's my turn
to fuck
with someone.

Except,
I'll laugh
with them
while I'm
alive
and blowing their beautiful hair
off of their shoulders.