Comedy for me now. It keeps changing and that's how it should be. When you get to the point where you know your material, so much so that you don't care about your material. When you're free. When you're funny. I see glimpses of this. Become free and become yourself. This only happens after years of prison. Years of discipline. Years of indiscipline. You can't just do it. It has to be given to you from the comedy God's. Make it right with the God's. Give them your sacrifice. The God's hold the key. Don't fuck with God! Funny is serious if you want the real shit.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The meaning exists yet stays unknown
Time spent dreaming is just a start
Look at the meaning, it's miles apart
But something comes together
It's more than the sadness
It's black but it's light
And it can lead to madness
But I'm being careful
My men have tied me to the bow
I see all the beauty
And am blind to what's foul
And my mouth still tastes what it sees
From the eyes of my heart and it
Hangs from the trees
And it's fire from the spark is still lit
I'm here
I still have my fire
I can't leave
I'm green but it's changing
The whole thing is different
With causes that spill
Into other areas that before were unknown
Telling
It's telling
Someone is speaking
I try to stay quiet
I'm into the realm
I'm no longer waiting
Or rhyming
As you can now tell
It's in the moments like these
They all coexist
I can stay in the garden of choosing
But even that's not entirely true
And all dreams must have a lie to begin with
Mine is the same
And so now I'm back to my old rhyming game
Look at the meaning, it's miles apart
But something comes together
It's more than the sadness
It's black but it's light
And it can lead to madness
But I'm being careful
My men have tied me to the bow
I see all the beauty
And am blind to what's foul
And my mouth still tastes what it sees
From the eyes of my heart and it
Hangs from the trees
And it's fire from the spark is still lit
I'm here
I still have my fire
I can't leave
I'm green but it's changing
The whole thing is different
With causes that spill
Into other areas that before were unknown
Telling
It's telling
Someone is speaking
I try to stay quiet
I'm into the realm
I'm no longer waiting
Or rhyming
As you can now tell
It's in the moments like these
They all coexist
I can stay in the garden of choosing
But even that's not entirely true
And all dreams must have a lie to begin with
Mine is the same
And so now I'm back to my old rhyming game
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Darkness is me
I judge other comics. They say that you are what you judge. I judge this comic for being unfunny. Why? Why do I care? Because I'm scared. I look at other comics and I hate them. Why do I hate them so much? I hate that they have no self awareness. I hate that they're delusional. I'm that guy. I look at other comics and say what is that guy even doing here? He doesn't belong here. I'm scared. I'm scared that I don't belong here. I am what I judge.
Does that mean that I should stop judging? Fuck. Don't you have to judge to know what you like? Don't you have to judge people and make a decision. You see what they are doing and you see what path they are headed on and you judge that. You analyze the person and you judge what path they are on. Then you decide if you want to end up where they are. And then you take that path or you get the fuck off that path because you don't want to bang your head against the wall like that unfunny fucking comic is doing. You see that guy who doesn't write and it fucking scares you. So you fucking write. Then you see the guy who fucking writes and he still sucks. And that is fucking scary. There's nothing scarier than than saying to yourself that you would be funny if you just wrote more but then when you do write and you're even less funny. That's some scary shit. When you stop procrastinating and you start doing the work and you still suck. Where are you then? You used to have an excuse, you didn't write.
You don't have anything now. All you have is you. And you just aren't any good. That's a fucking dark place. Where do you go then? What do you do when you've done everthing you can do and you still suck? That's when you step into the darkness. When you realize you're all alone. You're fucked. You have no one and you have nothing. What do you do then? This is the comic.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Comedy advice
The comedian is like the pilot and the audience are the passengers. The pilot can't tell everyone that he "hopes this goes ok". If he's confident they relax.
The comedian is the musician and the audience is his instrument. He needs to become proficient with the instrument.
The comedian is like a lion tamer he can't show fear or the lion will eat him alive.
The comedian is the musician and the audience is his instrument. He needs to become proficient with the instrument.
The comedian is like a lion tamer he can't show fear or the lion will eat him alive.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
My thing
I want to create. I want to write.
Love
Connection
Hurt
Loss
Learning
Brothers
Let downs
Lost hopes
Depths of craziness
Friends
Laughter
Fun
Funny
Dad
Dreams
The wolf
The deer
The morning
Nothing
Drugs
Mullets
Fights
Losing
Reading
Staying busy
Church
Fucking
My dick
The vagina
God
Lesbos
Strategy
Alliances
Plans
Heartache
Seriousness
Taste
Learning curves
Big league
Anger hidden
Anger risen
Comparing
Coincidence
Heroes
Gurus
Books
Liars
Bullshitters
Girlfriends
Masturbation fantasies
Homes
Women
Stealing
Skateboarding
Bankie
Bully threatening
Vandalism
Veganism
City people are better
Unsolicited advice
Food stamps
Fear of work
Fear of death
Hugs
I hate dad
The fire inside
Before god
The devil
Light as a feather
The video game
4th deminsional double
Ecankar
Tp-ing a house
Racism
Sexism
Religion Rapes you
Don't think
Panic
The end of the world
Death
Different kinds
Sleep
Eating and over eating
Gratitude
The astral plane
Best friends cheating
The problem with free is it costs a lot
Love
Connection
Hurt
Loss
Learning
Brothers
Let downs
Lost hopes
Depths of craziness
Friends
Laughter
Fun
Funny
Dad
Dreams
The wolf
The deer
The morning
Nothing
Drugs
Mullets
Fights
Losing
Reading
Staying busy
Church
Fucking
My dick
The vagina
God
Lesbos
Strategy
Alliances
Plans
Heartache
Seriousness
Taste
Learning curves
Big league
Anger hidden
Anger risen
Comparing
Coincidence
Heroes
Gurus
Books
Liars
Bullshitters
Girlfriends
Masturbation fantasies
Homes
Women
Stealing
Skateboarding
Bankie
Bully threatening
Vandalism
Veganism
City people are better
Unsolicited advice
Food stamps
Fear of work
Fear of death
Hugs
I hate dad
The fire inside
Before god
The devil
Light as a feather
The video game
4th deminsional double
Ecankar
Tp-ing a house
Racism
Sexism
Religion Rapes you
Don't think
Panic
The end of the world
Death
Different kinds
Sleep
Eating and over eating
Gratitude
The astral plane
Best friends cheating
The problem with free is it costs a lot
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