before c2e2 we decided to dress up and go some places!
I am starting a vlog
All I do is re-blog .. I’m taking a break from this here tumblr. Time to venture anew, for writing, this has been an outlet for the better. It’s time to tread fresh waters. See you on the other side, maybe.
Brock went to cross a street one time, a car was coming. i told him to hang on, he responded, “They’ll stop. Preferably.” Those would have been pretty great last words, surely glad they weren’t. Laterz.
And people say Obama hasn’t done anything.
The day before my father died, he took hold of my hand and looked at it and he said, “You got no calluses, Sal. That’s because you don’t do any real fuckn’ work, boy.’
Desperation day is at hand.
Make-up and knitted stockings
look at there
dont you are consider it a lacking on my part.
did what I could
was used,abuse excused
took delight in ignorance
utter bliss in malice
“you can see it on her face.”
I can see her there standing tall
yet clear as glass
see straight thru her
departed at fullerton
growing ever weary in the distance
Oh illinois, your grand flat canvas corn fields and soy bean territory.
Dirty fish guts
back woods fish guts
swimming in faggy undies
yellow dusk, sea dip, fresh paint on the concrete
A dazed day.
devils nipping at heels
time makes fools outta me
Two fourteen thirteen eleven
Don’t tell me all is fine!
my hopes a burning rubble
one more on columbia and sheridan. The ghetto theatre, hole in the wall thai palace. A drunken night with musical harmony across the way. One way loop! an old hippie habitat. A senator started here. Don’t make me finish my plate! It’s a quarter ti’ll four in the afternoon..
A mother should let go
It’s tough, I assume
Not that I would know
pointed nose stalking her son
a beak gazing out
seeking prey to mock
I’m in her sight
viewing and describing
perspective, my looking glass
A mirrored lens, them and myself
never forgetting who I see thru
What to be know about me? Do tell, tougher to judge thyself.
To thine self be true
Ruining a person or two
In more youthful times
neither right nor wrong in hindsight
that’s youth, right?
mistakes and promise
the world for the taking
in lieu of younger days
no sorrow in sobriety
the world shall spin a bit longer.
Like it shall after we’re dead, brother.
and as it did before these feet first withstood solid ground.
Arlo my friend,
Another hole to be filled
there was a cross shaped hole,
only He the most high could fill
end such treachery
one way or another it wasn’t enough
there was the smoking hole
the bottle of a hole poured in the gullet
contemplation of the bullet
unjust vs just
In Christ alone
Up and down her dress
as she kneels for “prayer”
capture the little foxes makn’ their way to dirty-d
battle lines drawn
Speakn’ tongues and truth filled bombs
confrontation to fill dem holes
Wanderlust is to blame
I’m not even sure anymore
depressed is understated
Empty seems closer
A void within myself
A gaping black hole
devouring all in it’s wake
and nothing in return
chasing not shooting stars,
but running, running in multiple directions
now winded… utterly winded.
Itch scratch no ointment helps
Ritalin ADD ADHD Pill poppers subscribed more.
Easy fixes, depressed, clinical, self diagnosed
runs in the family
My friends are
Fight club, men alone
all mankind, was it a homosexual analogy?
scratched and itched
a road rash like no other
Tried to fix the world with youthful minds
I’m just a young and selfish man. Reckless and restless.
at the corner of columbia and sheridan
awaiting your arrival
A cold day in February
nerves a flutter
it’s easier in the earlier months
a build up for failure
snow gently falling
is your perspective of me changing?
different from visions you’d gathered
a shut in, a recluse
everyone leaves eventually
I wouldn’t blame you
should know that
you’re no notch in my belt
Too big now, anyhow
ready to settle down
no picket fences
dream house in suburbia isn’t my thing
nor will the city be
just temporary really
I miss the animals and the stars above
yr boots are newer, min have trekked further
“The world is a pretzel bun.”, Joseph Wheat the III
Anonymous asked: I met the PERFECT guy and I THOUGHT we really hit it off, but he hasn't responded to my friend request and it's been a solid week. what should I think/do next?
I think, go beyond facebook and talk to them. As John Green has said, “Use your words.”
Also, considering the fact that they are a person. They are not perfect, tho the imperfections of a person are just as lovely. So really if there is any way to contact them in some other form, do that.
That’s my only advice, use your words.
My trust that humanity is essentially good, comes back to kick my ass.