January 2011
2 tags
5’ 11” (Abstraction of the Terminal Life)
Dilated, not from concentrate.
Eye lids glide across saline solutions
like a blade flowing over sandpaper.
Stumbling around for bottled water;
struggling to hold back the tears.
“Will the owner of the…”
Anonymous announces;
strangers’ glances.
The worth of moving
isn’t appreciated before
one foot moves the ground.
leisure-:
But only the devil responded, cause God wasn’t there.
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold,
So he jumped off the roof and died with no soul.
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it.
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it.
And listen cause the story that I’m telling is true,
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped...
1 tag
Earthquakes
I will never be in love.
I just cannot get over
and over and over and over
the vicious cycle of romanticism and heartbreak.
To be courted only ends with a filing
of divorce papers in county court.
Pre-nuptuals and abstinence.
Self-hate and pride built these barriers;
continents constantly colliding.
aubrionna:
6 Foot 7 Foot | Lil Wayne
see you in my nightmare...
1 tag
The Moon is Made of Man
The truth is
just a dark backbeat
that turns into a song
you can’t get out of your head…
1 tag
A Letter of Desperation Read by a Desperado
Drug use
Spiritual abuse
Denial of the truth
Inescapable realities
The next high
The following fall
And the endless cycle
cycle
cycle
cycle
We rode our bicycles to Hell…
“there’s no such thing as “bad people” but people are capable of bad things out...”
– thristy boots: what then?
2 tags
I hate it when people don’t show the love they claim to have for others.
Guerrilla Art: A Whodunnit in Colorado →
An artistic whodunnit that involves 500-pound sculptures appearing overnight and cryptic drawings delivered by mail is delighting this university town.
The Sad Women
wordsofthishummingbird:
Lonely like the, longing, lost girls. Tossed into the rong social groups. Lost in the obsurd world of wanting and needing. In the world of sad eyes perpetually pleading.
1 tag
Virtual Live Action Role Playing
fromastarrynight:
“I grow closer to God
when I come to hate myself.”
That is such a moronic lie.
Higher deities don’t want you
to despise you;
why deny yourself
for some pharisaic oxymoron?
Deus caritas est.
This is not meaningless;
you were made to be perfect;
we are all made with meaning…
Fuck the lies;
love the life you’ve been given
without fear or anxiety
or spiritual...
2 tags
I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Tell the world...
leisure-:
but there’s no life in my eyes, it’s like i’m hooked up to a respirator, waiting to die. hooked up to the fucking chair, waiting to fry.
1 tag
“Safari Disco Club” - Yelle
And so it begins... again
