March 2010
14 posts
goodnight tumblr, hello late night deed
?Blankets of ice, shroud the ground While I’m fixating, contemplating, annihilating All these ideas, all these dreams – all this success Yeah, it’s just one big fucking mess And you step back, to get a closer look But mirrors never shine back When it’s consciences you lack Ain’t no jet pack strapped to my back, I walk this shit I eat this shit And I don’t ever throw a fit, I do what I need to I...
It’s magic, you know, never believe...
BANGARAAAAAAAANNNGGGG
root
I need someone to break me open and pour me into a mixed drink, with powdered cream at the top, and feed it to a nine year old girl who pushes her red wagon instead of pulling it. I need someone to fasten me into my seat belt because my hands have melted to my sides and I can’t do it alone. I need someone to casually braid my hair because I never learned how. I need someone to cut off my...
When the going gets weird, the weird turn PRO
Tanning,
So I can get a nearly black hide. I wish life had a delete button.
:) I am happy.
February 2010
38 posts
a brief history
Good form, chap, good form!
“I’m not young enough to know everything.”
– Peter and Wendy, J.M. Barrie
AUTOMATIC
Automatic when we splatter data in the 20 double bins up front cozza frenzy Shoot beams lightening lazer blinding tazer mic fiend melting in rhyme schemes spittin hype things as I ignite things try and do the right thing phaser tightening when we bend the waves in a frenzy all night day dreams bangin’ on 18’s sneak a poem in dirty zones super soaked in honeycomb hologram or telephone...
soon?
Not on my back. Maybe my leg or side. Even wrist.
well I've been with the worst and the best, and I...
There's a snake in my boot!
Day N Nite, Rusko Dubstep
The Courage to Commit →
azspot:
Plato believed that our souls were once split in half and the quest for finding the right person with whom to spend one’s life was that of (literally) finding “your other half.” In contrast, Jean-Paul Sartre, a French existentialist philosopher, would admonish you that the person you choose as your mate will be the right person because you have chosen this person, not because there is a...
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
I did, thank you very much.
Who's your dead Valentine?
Happy Valentines day. :)
bloggity blog blog
to do list:
+ finish scholarship portfolio by march.
+ return those films.
I’m pretty free. Dang. I wish my mom wasn’t so…weird. And I wish my dog would stop making noises with his tongue, it’s gross. He just keeps burping and looking at me with dumb eyes. As if I’d give him a cheezit.
It’s only nine and I feel sleepy. Whaaa?
These few presidents. →
