April 2012
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January 2012
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“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world. But then I thought,...”
– Frida Kahlo (via yourlifeisyourmessage)
Cough
You’ve been trying to cough me up, Haven’t you? I know you feel my teeth and fingernails digging into the softer parts of the back of your throat. You’ve been ignoring it, Haven’t you? You were hoping I’d get tired of this shit eventually. But I never do. And you can bet your bottom dollar I enjoy seeing you sweat in your shame and squalor. Nothing makes me happier...
Empathy
I’m not some kind of tortured soul Reaching out to a tender ear Just sensitive enough to hear The sublime breaks in my voice Spilling and revealing A beautiful depth of feeling and heart. For fuck’s sake, I’m sick of your pity For fuck’s sake, I sick of hearing you Melt away into your stupid fucking fantasies About my tragic integrity. About my so-called poetic...
Hurricane/Novocain
I guess I’ll be honest for once. I get off on giving up. So forget what I said last night. Truth is, I probably didn’t mean a word. The sun screams Through the window in the morning To match the anger in your gaze. The chill in your yellow eyes; It haunts my days. I’m too young, to feel this week The master of my defeat. You kiss my guts you get concrete. I guess I’ll be...
I've been a Gun
I’ve been knife. I’ve been a gun. And it’s been ‘bout a decade I am my father’s son. And motherfucker, I’ve run, Taking bits of lighting and thunder with me. And when the college years came on… All I could think to get was gone While the getting was good. I held my tongue on way out Like a good son would. But you wouldn’t know the difference Would...
The Cliff
Pull yourself together kid, You know it don’t get better than These cold nights spent rolling alone in your bed. I want to recapture The rot and the rapture; That twitch in my heart That pulls me to face of this cliff. Why I want it, I don’t know The undead echo of the adolescent glow. Pull yourself together kid. Your father taught you better than To cry over spilled milk and dead dogs...
“All artworks, even the affirmative, are a priori polemical….By emphatically...”
– Theodor Adorno- Aesthetic Theory- “Toward a Theory of the Artwork” (via 3roads)
Marijuana does not make me creative.
Marijuana makes me high.
Getting Good
I’ve been getting really good At getting high And getting lost in my own head. I’ve been getting really good At getting drunk And getting lost in my own town. Yeah, I’ve been getting really good at getting off these cigarettes and getting right back on again.
Oh, I’ve been dodging all the rumors And diving into pools of gold And rising to the surface With nothing but salt...
I want Everything. Because I’m lonely. →
23beatsoff:
Because I’m insane and sick and can’t talk to people. I try and then the black wall rises and hurls me back into my darkened room. I want her to know me. I don’t want to know more about sickness and insanity. I want to stop running. I want her to hold me in her arms. I want to think that she’s an angel. Help me before I turn into still breathing black cancer. Please save me from the...
Chick at the Show
I spent about a night and a half Mulling over the shit I said Letting replays of shitty jokes Poorly timed, and mumbled Bounce off the walls of my skull. Flashbacks to awkward silences Twirl around the base of my spine And drain into the chord. I got lost in a girl For the thousandth time. It’s like Columbine. It’s like Vietnam. It’s like the day my dog died. It’s like...
Rick Santorum is going to get his ass kicked in...
hey, now. listen. not fair.
Cereus Hall, Floor 4.
I love the way the incandescent lights are humming and keeping me awake at night. I’m strumming on my guitar and tearing pages Out of the Bible, and pasting them on the beige drywall that encases the stage for tragedy in three acts. Act one. I stare myself in the mirror. Wait for the sonofabitch infront of me to flinch, to flee, to run. But he jstands there, lips trembling trying not to...
Bonita
I’m sorry. I was too young to know you don’t show someone you love them by biting on their ears. But you gotta understand, I was taught by the beat of the hand Attached to a beast of a man with eyes like fire fed by the dead dry wings of birds shot from The Panamanian sun. And I stand here hunched and flatfaced over your little grave, filled with body of someone I gave hell before...
“Wine stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls...”
– Pablo Neruda, Ode To Wine (via philphys)
“There’s a reason we all listen to punk rock instead of Top 40. There’s a reason...”
– - Dan “Soupy” Campbell (via ccoffeeeyes)
“I called up my dad said, ‘feel off balance and weak.’”
usingmyimagination asked: I almost died at their show in Denmark. True story.
“So how are we to respond to the eternal dilemma of the radical Left: should one...”
– Slavoj Zizek (via fearandwar)
