10.16.2010

25 PLACES TO EAT YUMMY NOMNOMS (and the 50th) THAT RECORDED PROFIT (greatest to least) IN THE CONTINENTAL U.S.A.




McDONALD’S
BURGER KING
SUBWAY
WENDY’S
STARBUCKS
TACO BELL
PIZZA HUT
KFC
DUNKIN’ DONUTS
SONIC
ARBY’S
DOMINO’S PIZZA
JACK IN THE BOX
CHICK-FIL-A
DAIRY QUEEN
PANERA BREAD
PAPA JOHN’S
QUIZNO’S
HARDEE’S
POPEYE’S
CARL’S JR
WHATABURGER
PANDA EXPRESS
CHIPOTLE
LITTLE CAESAR’S PIZZA
FUDDRUCKERS


1.02 BILLION PEOPLE ARE STILL HUNGRY

gchat Series 1.2


Jason Koh why you such a guido
lol Mike
Jason Koh why you act a guido
what’s up
Jason Koh where is you
I’m in my room
Jason Koh why you be acting like you the shit
lol what
what are you talking about
Jason Koh why you is
haha are you okay
are you drunk
it’s Wednesday at 2 in the morning
JASON KOH
MICHAEL KOH
damn son why you is raining on my parade
punk ass bitch
lol whatever
I have to write a 10 page paper
on korea/japan relations
Jason Koh why you is a guido
stop bothering me
Jason Koh I is your bro
bro why you acting like this bro
bro
rbo
orb
k ttyl
bro
wait
bro
what
why you is acting like you the shit bro

Jason Koh has logged off.

gchat Series 1.1


To: Jason Koh
me:  gchat bro
bro gchat
c'mon bro
 Sent at 2:02 AM on Wednesday
 me:  alright bro
this is my gchat poem bro
self conscious in the fucking poem
one direction
one fucking way bro
i think i am delirious
deliciously delirious
Sent at 2:05 AM on Wednesday

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>>  80 million
>>    300
>>    140
>>  30, 50, or 200
>>  80 million
>>  Several
>>    80 million
>> 
>>  two, three, maybe four hundred
>>  two, three, four hundred
>>    several thousand
>>  period
>> 
>>  who has
>>  who has not
>>    has not
>> 
>>  one
>>    one force
>>  decade and a half
>>  46 million
>>  40 million
>>  20 years ago
>> 
>>  fertile
>>  80
>>    square
>>  9 million
>>    trees.
>> 
>>  80 million
>>    not
>>    more than 600,000
>> 
>>  must be solved
>>  will be solved
>>  all
>>  are solved
>> 
>>  It was their eternal cry:
>>    dealt with this wish.
>>  80 million
>>    vanish into thin air,
>>    closed,
>>  because
>>    claims.
>>  the goal,
>>    today.
>> 
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>> 
>>  opinion.
>>    asked if it agreed with
>>    others
>>  Old,
>>    bodies were dissolved
>>    bodies.
>> 
>>  imagine something better
>>  over a period of several centuries
>>  definitely impossible
>> 
>>  arrogance
>>  So
>>  right
>>  hacked up,
>>  torn open,
>>  away.
>> 
>>  helpless,
>>    losers
>>  no more
>>  forbid
>>  actions of
>>    themselves.
>>  of course, came
>>  an incredible system
>> losers,
>>  The disorganization
>>  enhanced,
>>  ridiculed and warped.
>>  mercifulness or altruism.
>>  condemnation,
>>    blackmail
>>  guaranteed
>> 
>>  Complete memories
>>  : the
>>  1918,
>>  1919, and
>>  deterioration,
>>  enslavement and impoverishment
>>  complete hopelessness!
>>  unsettling
>>  trust not just
>>    itself, but
>>  justice.
>> 
>>  The hardhearted.
>>  wretchedness
>>  silencing
>>    time
>>  when all
>>  begging was
>>    futile, when
>>  one basic
>>    insight,
>>  allowed
>>  protesting.
>>    oneself!
>>  thiswas hitler's
>>  written by michael
>> 
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>>  15
>>  hope was
>>  hope for
>>  hoped for
>>  hope in
>>  hoped for a
>> 
>>  hope was in vain
>> 
>>  hope in the place of that previous hope:
>>    hope of the only help
>>  The place that hope occupied
>> 
>>  help us
>> 
>>  firstly our
>>  secondly the
>>  third that
>>    our earth and soil.
>> 
>>  This
>>    threaten
>>  in any way,
>>  purely
>>    instantaneous
>>    hate in others.
>>  tragic
>> 
>>    idea
>>  enthused
>>  people
>>  It did not appeal to others
>>  it did not appeal for presents
>>    it's own diligence, it's own energy, it's own intelligence. And
>>    shouting,
>>  cried out:
>>    what do you think you're doing,
>>  as if they had
>>    part in
>>  parallel
>>  power
>> 
>>  these
>>  1933, so
>>  forced to
>>    leave the ridiculous
>>    begging and protesting.
>> 
>>  1934: began
>>  1935: the general
>>  1936: the situation
>>  1937: the start
>>  1938: the
>>           annexed
>>  1939
>>    the
>>      masks.
>> 
>>  an hour,
>>  the necessities of life
>>    often it
>>    more than one occasion
>>  except for a no,
>>  300
>>    centuries
>> 
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>> 
>>  Today,
>>    say:
>>      300
>>      like you,
>>      broke out.
>>  for God or
>>    goal. But
>>  never
>>  for
>>  God
>>  so many
>>    God
>>  forgotten that
>>  truth,
>>  the
>>    virtues.
>> 
>>  300
>>    40 million
>>  of course
>>    because
>>    love
>>    power or
>>  no, quite on the contrary this all happened as part of God's mandate
>> 
>>    Indeed,
>>  the sole champion of God,
>>    carry the main burden alone,
>>  mandated by God
>> 
>>  This is the same thing
>>    40 million
>>    rapes, of extortions, of
>>    abuse,
>>  many things that would be unthinkable
>>    addicted to
>>      goals, although
>>      with ideals.
>>  And this is not even original anymore!
>> 
>>  burns itself
>>    Children
>>    of Hameln
>>  the apostle
>>  just once.
>> 
>>  silently
>>  hoped.
>>  goal is the destruction
>>    the extinction,
>>  appreciate this.
>>    this facilitates
>>      lying phrases?
>>      speak openly?
>> 
>>  the truth or lies.
>>    goal; it is
>>  1648
>>    torn apart.
>> 
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>> 
>>  Germs!
>>    Seven years is
>>    short,
>>    a fraction of a
>>    life -
>>    barely a second in the life of
>>    the past
>> 
>>  extinction.
>>  eventful
>>    barely comprehensible sometimes
>> 
>>  opportunity to witness but also to actually create a small part of it.
>> 
>>  ideals;
>>  praises ideals,
>>    answer
>>    chance
>>    purest form of
>>        ideal,
>> 
>>  goals
>>  .Great
>>    experience
>>    proclaiming goals
>>  The goals
>>    are fantastic: the creation of
>>      blossoming
>>      bloom
>> 
>>  dawn. Unfortunately
>>  people
>>  today
>>  like a very worn-out groove on an old LP.
>> 
>>  a new,
>>    hook
>>    they promised
>>    the goal
>>    whose main element is
>>    unnecessary future
>>    supposed to be crowned by
>>    the future
>>    no one doubted
>>    differences) between them
>>    as it is the custom
>>    to
>>    shooting. And at that
>>    the consequences
>>    and this
>>    incredible blossoming, a blooming
>>    especially
>>    of
>>    God.
>> 
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9.17.2010

coastal


come here baby
feel the warmth of my body
compare it to the setting sun
  on this California beach

close your eyes
and let the waves crash down
  on your ears
ride it out to the distant horizon
and watch
  the glowing red sun set its angry self
  in the far far west that is east

let's go darlin'
  walk two steps on the moist dunes
and watch the receding ocean erase our steps
like we've never been born

listen darlin'
  just smoke with me
        and -
we'll listen to the beach
  talk slumbers in our head

we'll watch the purple clouds hang over us
  as our red eyes lock on to ourselves
they'll grasp one another
      and -
the moist sand will be on our backs
 as we dump the ocean air on to
our naked stomachs and blow clouds from our lips

9.14.2010

chk chk

leave my planet
  go on
  you do not belong
here

like my fathers and mothers
  my progenitors
  I was born and raised on
  this soil
  this soil that we bled
  and sweated for
fought for

do not claim this land
  as your land

it is my land
  not 'our' land
- my land that belongs to us,
   the people

thunder and lightning may crash upon me
  but I will stand resolute
  you must leave
go on

forever

9.06.2010

america

we wanted to make it new
we wanted to invent it
we wanted voice
we wanted vision

we wanted a beginning
we wanted an idea
we wanted a myth brought into tradition
we wanted to conquer

we wanted boundaries
we wanted margins
we wanted borders
we wanted separation

we wanted authenticity
we wanted complacency
we wanted temporality
we wanted society

we wanted contradiction
we wanted false traditions
we wanted western definitions
we wanted a conclusion

we wanted individuality
we wanted complete conformity
we wanted a single entity
we wanted our own identity

we wanted creativity
we wanted subjectivity
we wanted responsibility
we wanted pure diversity

we wanted counter-culture
we wanted our own future
we wanted to grow old and mature
we wanted to be the dominant culture

we wanted recognition
we wanted opposition
we wanted destruction
we wanted rejuvenation

we wanted a nation
  we wanted a nation
    we wanted a nation
      we wanted a nation

we wanted re-vision
we wanted departure
we wanted creation
we wanted a new direction

we wanted opportunity
we wanted authority
we wanted meritocracy
we wanted you to be a minority

we want you to understand our exceptionalism
we want you to recognize our influence
we want you to celebrate our ideology
we want you to know we are capable of change
            as long as it is beneficial to us

we are the oppressors
we are the world leaders
we are america,
       the nation
   under God indivisible
with liberty and justice for
       all.

8.28.2010

fracture

quick :: quik :: quiq

quick - candy :: quic-k-andy :: qui - q- andy

as the earth betrothed life on to our hands we altered the course of nature
  and founded cults and disembodied governments to check our livelihoods

and we destroyed language

a new beginning

the droning buzzing humming sound of the cicadas singing
  outside my open window as the tepid sun reflects off the silver buckle of my belt
  tickles my eardrums and vibrates through my hollow body
and i can't help but smile

8.26.2010

strange how ears ring when it's quiet

places i've been
  places i've seen

waterlogged bathtubs and browning curtains
  damp carpeting and cracked countertops

i've run my fingers along the peeling windowsill
  gritty starchy white paint
  lead paint
    and i've looked out the tarnished windows

out

  out to green pastures and overgrown gardens
rusting tractors and blooming sunflowers

unkempt wild grass grows a foot tall
  and the wind provokes the angry nests
  of harlequins living beneath the moist topsoil

  uprooting safety
livelihood
  reason

i've felt the wind blow through the room
  cold and salty
like the air of the ocean
    and it hits all four corners of the room
before leaving me with goosebumps and
 chattering teeth

  and the bewildering laughs
of the harlequins that live under me

i have no choice but to retreat
  back out

out

away from the peeling windowsill
  away from the damp carpet
    away from the cracked countertops
      away from the browning curtains and the waterlogged bathtub
and back
  back to my dream
my coffin

8.18.2010

bags

please help me with my bags
  there are so many of them

big and small
  heavy and light

I've been dragging them for over
  a fifth of a century from
        one end of the world to
        the other

and they are breaking my shoulders

they are breaking me
  inside and out

please help me with these

I understand you have bags too
  possibly more than I do

let me give you a hand with some

shame babies

i am sitting on a couch
  waiting for the sun to set
thinking about where i am going
thinking about where i will go
thinking about where i am
thinking about where and when i will start

i drink water from a /nestle/ bottle
  i don't think it's great as /poland springs/
i am tasting the water
tastes like water
tastes like spit
tastes like fluoride
tastes like life

i touch my face and i can feel a whitehead inside my right nostril
  it is painful
i want to get rid of it
i want to get rid of skin
i want to get rid of fat
i want to get rid of fate

the fan blows cool air on to my body
  its constant drone is reassuring
 i have not yet killed myself
  from the doldrums of life
not yet dead
not yet starving
not yet laughing
not yet living

still sitting on this musty couch
  taking in the brightness of the dark attic
  and i wonder what the future has in store
    for a boring asian man like me
will i go out tonight
will i drink beer tonight
will i have sex tonight
will i have sex tonight
will i have sex tonight
will i have sex tonight

will i meet someone tonight
will i meet someone again tomorrow
will i meet someone after tomorrow
  and start dating
  and get engaged
  and get married
  and get divorced

familiarity

when we met on the train to damascus
  I was briefly in love with you
  or in love with the idea of love

my mind was in raptures
  when our eyes met
  and you flashed a toothy smile

we talked incessantly
  into the early damascus morning

I felt like I knew you
  from previous years of my life

but this attraction I felt
  to you was just a facade
  of how much I wanted to be with someone

when the train stopped
  your face became cloudy
  as if you knew what would happen

I stood up and tipped my hat
  "Farewell,
     Have a safe trip."

you stood up teary eyed
  knowing you will never see me again
  heart torn in two
     knowing you may never connect with someone else

and you embraced me
  hoping for a kiss

but I could not;
  I could not hurt you
  the way you hurt me

8.08.2010

ridgewood

drink this shit with me
  let's get drunk with liquor

let me throw up in the men's bathrrom
let me sit there and emanate filth
let me be one with the urine stained
  tiles

drink this flavored vodka and
drink five dollar pitchers of beer

let me go outside to blacken my
  filthy lungs
and make love to this yellowing
withering
  burning cigarette

let me eye fuck the blonde with
  a floral dress
her legs are smooth and i want
  to feel it around my shoulders
let me make love to this
  withering burning
  cigarette

i will be ripe with alcohol
  i will be sodden with it

i will make a fool of myself
  and you will laugh and toss your
blonde hair in my face

my cigarette will be on the floor
  and i will go back inside
angry and i will drink more
alcohol

you will find me
  filthy
next to the urinals

8.07.2010

born in a factory

i'm going to pack my stuff up
  throw out materialistic shit
like this macbook and this ipod
 and this itouch and this iphone
 and this ipad and this imac

i will deactivate my gmail accounts
  deactivate my facebook and e-mail them
  asking to delete it and i will stop using
  twitter and my updates will have stopped
  at 6,452 tweets last updated august 7th
but i will buy a blackberry and use foursquare
  so people can track where i am but i will not
  know where i am

i'm going to pack long johns and a winter coat
  and buy an atv to go to maine and
  get myself purposely lost and write
  naturalistic poetry
i will make a lot of money
and write meaningful poetry about trees
and the uncouthness of men
and the infidelity of women

i will probably die alone
  or i will begin to have a relationship
with my mother earth and i will live naked
  during the hot summer days and drink nothing but
  stream water and bathe every two weeks

i will smell like dirt and i will smear myself in mud
  and i will write poems caked in mud

i will write poetry in mud and it will be the epitome
  of naturalistic poetry because it is made with real nature
not written in some acid-free leatherbound notebooks that
  people carry around in williamsburg and portland

i will carve poems into tree trunks and when loggers come
  by cutting trees down they will wonder who
  wrote these poems and they will blame it on
  intelligent bears or mentally superior indians

i think i will purchase a plane ticket to maine
  and buy camping equipment