Readiness

It's almost here
Travels of long
That disappear
In this song
Held in my hand
Something so small
You can't understand
This world at all

But ready he is
I hold to the hand
Strongness is his
Change in demand

I might be content (oh no)

What do you do when all your needs are met? What do you do when the hungry monster inside has a full belly and is asleep? I guess you blog.

I began by forcing myself to do. Then I let go. Then I stopped doing. Now I'm not doing anything and yet everything is getting done. Have I become a Taoist? I heard there's a saying, "If you're not smart enough for Taoism then try Confucianism." All I have to say is there's no Confucianism for me. I'm following the Tao all the way. I'm like a green blade of grass that bends with the wind while the brown blades of grass break.

Ashtanga's 7 Head Stands

Backstage

I'm waiting backstage right now. Butterflies. Not sure about my act. I go on in 3 minutes! Now I'm thinking that maybe instead of blogging I should be figuring out my act. Ok Duke, pull it together. Breath. Think. Ok...funny vibes please enter me now. Funny molecules please enter my system. Ok.

Therapy

I have problems so I go to therapy. I'm married which is why I have problems. My goal in therapy is that my wife stop asking me to do stuff. My wife's goal is for me to start doing stuff without her asking.

One of the things my wife was asking me to do was to go to couples therapy. Finally I went to couples therapy and she didn't show up. I'm married, which is why I'm in therapy.

I accidentally told the therapist my real feelings which is always a mistake. After I spoke he said the words that were jumping out at him were,"Dead on the inside" and "checkmated by life". Then he asked me if I had a plan to kill myself.

I'm married.

Me writing

This is me writing my comedy set. My goal this year is to have 45 minutes. I'm not sure what's more likely to happen first; me getting a 45 minute comedy act or me getting my car repossessed (I'm ignoring a call from Toyota as I write this).

My writing right now is consisting mostly of me staring at this page that supposedly has my comedy set list. Mostly I'm just staring at this page. Then I started blogging about staring at this page. Then I took a picture of this page and then I took a picture of me looking at this page.

This is how well it's going.

I would like to perform this entire set soon. I think I'm going to book a gig in a few months where it's just me performing. Now I'm thinking out loud. Fuck that would make it real if I book a gig.

I guess a venue is next and then comes the stress to put together the act.

Holding cool

Holding cool
A precious grip
Attending school
While biting lip
Taking tide
It's going low
No room ride
A rocky tow
The kid is gone
He's on the lamb
Something wrong
A poets slam
Holding cool
Without a try
Leaving school
Without a cry
I'm ready then
That's with hope
But then again
These shoes are dope