mariokarth: what if nipples changed color depending on your mood
There is a special place in hell for whomever invented lime life savers.
deodrant: do you ever make like this really dumb face at your friend across the room and then turn ur head and see someone staring right at u Sad…accurate depiction of my life
This bus of ticks and clicks
This bus it reeks of waste to my ears. These patrons of waste, the drudges below. Northwest he sits. A lump of a man, racking his brains as hard as he can. The clicking. The clicking, like bird sent from hell. Drilling my head; serviced to hell. The ticking. The ticking. His mirror to the east. Reaching and reaching with a foot with a kick. Shut off and shut down, his reality is it seems. Not...
tunaofthesea: partybarackisinthehousetonight: i always feel really uncomfortable when two heavily tattooed people have a baby and the baby comes out blank idk i just expect some tattoos blank
Tibetan Carved Skull →
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My vocabulary to people I Dont like
stylesdior: thE KIDZ BOP VERSION OF THRIFT SHOP SAYS WALK UP IN THE CLUB LIKE WAT UP I’VE GOT A BIG HEART I CAN’T BRETHRE
I'M NOT DEAD
Hey, so contrary to popular misconception. I’m not dead, or worse; blocked. Creatively. Laugh out loud. Die inside. Joke. I’ve been experimenting with poetry more lately and to be honest, I’m not a fan of what I’ve created. It’s not all bad, it’s just not all that good. My writing style is more free flow/stream of consciousness in style, and it is a challenge to...
lonely lad locked away. afraid of the world. afraid to branch and be new. past problems preventing the passage to pleasure. relationships in a reality unreal. hero worship. hidden pain. travelling great distances to become something new; but instead you remain in your bitter cocoon. still born butterfly. trapped. alone in a house full of hope. chatter dies. monotone. monotony. you remain trapped...
wizened crackled visage. withered crooked veneer. the memories of a hundred lives locked in a dry and pale plane. journeying to a place unbeknownst. to me. back and forth; judging glances. awkward stares. the darkened windows reveal not but shadows and the great unknown as we travel apart together. together in the early twilight. single digit time. am i coming home or am i going to work. i ponder...
I exude a joy to be around in person; honest. I am just in the transition of who I once was into the person I am glad to become. i am shedding behind the corpses of forgotten memories with the new wind behind my sails. surging, soaring. Those people are the subjects of my prose. Those people whom it has become a chore to be around. Those people where the nostalgia and shared history is all but...
good and evil. black and white. churning tides of muddy grey water. the golden church atop a bloody mountain. consecrated in lies you are so far entangled, the core light has been extinguished. double lives lead to an unhappy fate. unfulfilled at the core as the surface you slowly takes over, eroding away at the inside. the angel’s halo is bloody with doubt and fear from the fake friends and...
i feel like you’ve been avoiding me. i have. you represent the aspect of self that i despise the most. you are normalcy. you are cliche. you are the faux fun and smiling faces of the stepford family. the norman rockwell of the 21st century. you are smoke and mirrors. an illusion of the self. but what of our good times? the memories, the time we spent together. the intimacy, the sense of...
Yesterday's lazy cured todays crazy
This is me, this is the emphatic deliciousness that is the inner ripe thoughts of my mind. This is my art work, this is my soul. The words that I write are like the blood of a being long lost in some eldritch dimension long forgotten. Sometimes I feel like my soul is not my own, but a slave to a master distanced from my corporeal dredge. trapped between these two vastly opposite poles my mind is...