March 2012
“They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked...”
– Bukowski (via scheherazadefix)
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the aftermath (a conversation with God)
“Once,” she whispered, she murmured, she gargled music notes and spat soft.
“Once, I was there.
I was here.
But now, now, I am
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oh! also! I just spent the last hour or so writing up a lil series of poems and put them in the queue so the last one will be on friday and yep it was fun and they probably won’t make sense but hopefully ya’ll will like them so look out for that. If anybody has any critique for them too, that would beawesome just because I’ve never really written anything like that before and it...
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So yep, I decided I’m going to take a week or two off of the internet in hopes that I’ll have more time for practicing music, and to try and quit at least one of my addictions (I’m getting a collection of too many… ahaha). I had fun getting a queue ready n shit though, so I hope ya’ll enjoy it.
Tata, dahlings~~! Continue being the fabulous little unicorn typewriter...
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Solitary only for short glimpses, the world keeps twisting double helix, and I am caught in the middle.
Taught by the salt dissolving in a cup of diner water how to melt into something unknown, I look out the window into the dirty rain and think of August.
Over easy eggs and burnt toast, the waitress trudges on through the wave of flannel, the coffee pot a boat steering with her at its head, a...
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“What if the floor and ceiling could kiss?
What if my dreams always forget me?...”
– Jon Sands (via loverofstories)
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“You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the...”
– Jeff Stuckel. (via blindbonesbradley)
“Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are...”
– R. Buckminster Fuller, American engineer, systems theorist, author, designer, poet, inventor, futurist and second president of Mensa International (1895-1983)
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So it turns out my rent is about $100 more per month then what I originally thought, which means all the money I saved up I have to use for rent. Which means no knuckle tattoos.
And waahhh.
This’ll probably sound silly but I was reallyreally looking forward it.
And.
Just.
Boooo.
It needs to be next weekend already.
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the walls won the battle but my words will win the...
Every hole poked through my socks is a path that leads the way to Wonderland, but my tired fingers instead follow orders and pick up the remote control to press pause press mute, forgetting that though I am the god of my own world, the TV has never before followed my orders.
Lazy and sleepy static eyed, elephant trunk legs wander the soft-tone sandy sidewalks, unable to find fingerholds when...
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