September 2011
1 post
You have gone away enough.
33 times.
You did it 33 times.
Again and again and again you forgot.
Pissing in the litter box tucked under the bathroom sink you felt as though you owned everything.
You pounce on the little bits of shit as if the smell is enjoyable.
Don’t you want to remember what life really smells like?
And please don’t beat yourself up, not any more.
It is just that you have always had a...
March 2011
2 posts
December 2010
5 posts
November 2010
6 posts
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October 2010
3 posts
Sometimes I drink beer with a .doc open
One of those days you slosh around in
Like a barrel. Up there’s sky some shade of sad.
Here is you in your small box of nerves. Oh
I forgot I was writing this down,
Guys, I forgot I was moving my hands.
In Russia there’s a river I grew old beside.
I couldn’t stop coming back to see myself
Worsen. No, that’s not it—I lost a love there,
Returned to hear the ripping sound
Of water running away...
“It used to be useful when we were cavemen and we needed people to guard the...”
– A certain Mr. Randy Crawford, as quoted in the Iowa Independent.
I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
September 2010
2 posts
NYC says ‘No’ a lot. But no one will ever say ‘Never.’
super unique! →
August 2010
19 posts
the only things
The only things I care about in this goddam life are me, my drums, and you.
me, my drums and you →
a few things to say
I have a few things to say
It’s harder for me than it is for you
I’ll suffer more than you just because I’m me
I don’t want to suffer
I suspect you do
I suspect you are intellectually interested in suffering
I am not
Do you know how much sleep I got last night? Less than you
Do you know how many drugs I did this summer? More than you
Listen
fuckyouman
I am so tired
of not loving anyone
the way I loved you.
There’s nothing so boring
as having lost you.
this song rules.
bright moments
The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.
“That is why I’m in favour of manned, or should I say...”
– Stephen Hawking
“Money is money and art is art. I don’t like it when artists call their...”
– Stephen Elliott
The Puppy Manifesto
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July 2010
4 posts
That’s the real reason I didn’t move.
I needed to feel it.
http://oliverlaric.com/vvversions.htm →
Legal weed derivatives remind me of this.
Have you ever really disliked some one and thought “Suck my dick!” in your head and then later you hook up with them and they suck your dick?
It’s like that.
June 2010
17 posts
“Farms grow houses last.”
thanks HTMLGIANT
Father was wailing. I deduced from the morning sun and moving flotsam that we were drifting slowly southward with the force of an unknown current. He slumped on the backseat of the wooden rowboat and I leaned forward grabbing his shirt to keep him from pitching overboard. Both of his hands had been severed at the wrist and the stumps had been tightly bound with duct tape. His...
People seem to think that innocence is supposed to be lost. Each person makes some mistake some where doing either what they told themselves they would never do or indulging in something they knew they probably weren’t supposed to and some how they were changed. Their friend helps them take their first hit of weed or they lost their virginity to some unimportant forgotten name. And so when...
