its a strange thought that appeared in me at 4:43. I'd completely lost my poetry. the darkness in the news, I consumed like an obese 5 year old on a day-time talk show. the theme of the show is: we're fucked. not in the dark brooding sense of mortality, but in the way that makes you sick in the pit of your stomach for being an optimist all these ( Read more... )

wherethehellcanIfindsomeonetocrywithonafuckingFRIDAYnightat9:30pm

I wonder if I could live a different life. I wonder if I could embrace another lifestyle than the one I've lived for the past five years. I think I can, I think I can. I will cancel my "girlfriend" membership. I'm going to have to pay the disconnect fees. I'm going to get my last bill a couple months after I cancel because the system works pretty ( Read more... )

skull dripped in chocolate. frontal lobes oozing with caramel. ice cream melting down the cracks of wrinkles of brains. a sundae head. gripping it from the front, I begin to feel my face. face made of fruit roll ups, apricot, bannana, and pickles. hint of paprika. blood like rootbeer filling my veins, down my forearms of oak, stapled shut at the ( Read more... )

taking pictures of the cabin. taking pictues in on the mountain. taking pictures where the cows graze, and the flies brave, and the only meat in the forest is me. the only meat in the forest. taking pictures of the long fire lit night. taking pictures of the castle and the ice graphiti dogs, when so many people are afraid of loss. drool and ( Read more... )

benito, the dog. acorn brother, believer of the truster. since the start of them, again the end became the best of the rest of them. and before time began, in the moment of clarity she saw a purpose greater than the sum of it all. being the only one left who knew truth, then slipped into the world in a body of flesh, becoming someone. there was a ( Read more... )

teleportation, of the apple to my belly. some of the energy becomes a process of sitting. some of the energy becomes a process of sincerity, with the left overs becoming hatred. supreme, highest ranking hatred. ultimately irritating me, the beast is grunting, she looks through the files. she eats the children of your lover. she snarls, with a ( Read more... )

I bought some cds that I had been listening to on mp3 for years. Things that I'd fallen in love with. with whatever you just said. with the way you wear your head. music that inspired me. music that became the last 2 years of my life in profound and meaninful ways. indy music. the kind that a select chosen few, have chosen as their desired set of ( Read more... )

you are the benevolent god as the signs of the night point inward. since before you awoke, since the dawn of the mind, and the lights of the eyes grew dimmer. since you looked at the lives of the people in the sky, and remembered the ones who came forward. seeing such pride of the choices that were right, for the whole of the people who were ( Read more... )

somuchrum I have drank tonight. so much sorry sorry sorry, you think. doesn't amount to shit, when the night fades away. bring on the goblins of truth, to discard your skins. bring on the devils of soul to disembowel you. sing to the glory of the only one above, sing to the scared and the profane. sing to the morning and the children of your love. ( Read more... )