This was tiresome.

Mild disclaimer: In my last post i mentioned feeding ugly people and thier fat kids. I do not mean to say i abhor ugly or fat people, i merely point to the growing phenomenon and think "why?". There are very few of the ugly fat variety in some of the places i've gone, and how they managed to generate only relatively skinny remotely attractive people, i do not know. I do know, however, that we must find a way to duplicate this process and follow suit. Quickly. I am quite sure this does not include McDonalds or WalMart, and i am almost as certain it does involve some sort of physical exertion, perhaps in the variety of walking, or perhaps playing spherical sports. Like baseball. Or basketball. Football does not count, as the ball is eliptical. Anyways, on with the intent of this particular post:

I wrote a small, and very bad, poemesque piece which i titled A Poem for the Plankton. I wrote this poem some time ago, and have recently explained the concept of Plankton, and Plankton Bored, to some friends whilst smoking a cigarette and maintaining my balance on a railing. Anyways, here is the poemesque thing i wrote which sparked the idea. The formating is a bit messed up due to my page size. figures.

A Poem for the Plankton
By Joseph Schell
(ahem)

1This is my poem for the plankton
2The little bits of stuff you see floating in the air
3or maybe the little bits of stuff floating in the black when you close your eyes
4this is for the strands of light you see when you squint at street lamps
5or the way the rain on the passenger side of the car is only there in oncoming traffic

1This is my poem for the plankton
2the sugar packets you stacked into a castle on the diner table
3or maybe the last empty cup of coffee you filled with cigarette ash
4this is for the third time you stopped for food this trip
5or the way you struggle with one hand on the wheel and the other in the footwell

1This is my poem for the plankton
2the icons you never click on your desktop but leave there anyways
3or maybe the two hundred and seventeen buddies on your list who's names you can't remember
4this is for the blinking battery light on your cell phone
5or the way you'll flip it open just to see the cool photo you took ten minutes ago

1This is my poem for the plankton
2the empty mindless parts of an otherwise orderly world
3or maybe its for the last hour you spent wondering what it was you spent in the last hour
4this is for the connections you make between phone calls and the maps on your ceiling
5or the way i can't remember which definition i was headed to with plankton

Sidenote: This post, typed in about five minutes, took almost an hour to get online. why? that stupid fucking jpg of the plankton WOULD NOT FUCKING UPLOAD, and i nearly went insane trying to get the shit to work. I am tired and cranky and this god damn blogger shit is pissing me off. thank you.