I like hip hop music but I no longer wanna produce it ( Read more... )

If you motherfuckers wanna fall victim to reason be my guest.

Punk bitches.

Sitting on the porch--

Mahogany veined fingers shivered
tear ducts under the incense
of a pale sun.

Rain has come--
spreading across tenemants
soaking them fetal.

It dropped like windows
diving without a breath
into the granite below.

And when it stopped,
all was calm.

Im at my parents house. With both of my sisters. My niece. I sleep on a blow up bed. I dont have a job.

My ego lays beside me as a pool of shredded sinewy viscera.

I need to get over this.

Back- at my parents house. To the drawing board. To here. My car has brakes now atleast. I have a couple hundred dollars, a camping trip ahead of me, and a job to find. All is well, and calm.

*EDIT* This is the jumbled talk that comes out when I drink too muchMy soul rejoiced at once ( Read more... )

I worked until 6 am and biked home 3 miles in the rain.

It made falling into the frontroom sopping pieces of the atmosphere all over the rug that much better.

plus, when else can you justify collapsing onto the floor and stripping out of your wet clothes?

went downstairs in my underwear and my favorite song was playin on itunes.

holla at it.

The shift from
no job in the country
to two jobs
in the city
(write now)

was monumental.
I see my self
reproduced across
the city.
(write now)

Fuck myspace, the earth
is my space.

6
months
ago

I was planning
the
{Revolution}
(know)

Now I am hoping
fourty hours
a
week.
(nothing)

except love
making
sense.

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http://kevan.org/johari?name=Matthewilliamerlino

My Johari Window.

I learned about this in a sociology class and always thought it was interesting.

Click on it and follow through.

please--thanks ardith

pfft who knows ( Read more... )