tonight is for soul music.
Turn around. I have a grand, romantic gesture. She went that way, I swear it. What the fuck will I do once I get there, and her face looks at mine? ; Hey. Hi. So, I’m going to love you the rest of my life. I’m going to run away from us again.
“Somebody’s Story in Chords” -...
some text before work.
I was a’stride a pointed, solid black ocean liner. All decadent and awash with black tuxedos, and dresses of all different colours and ideas of attraction. Champaign drowsily snapped back in tall, thin and abundant goblets. The rowdy sea made little impact on-board. That ship was anchored at its core by a pristine hole in absolute misery. Offering up its small caches of desserts and...
to the tumblr.
I wish all the cute things on here made me happy. I wish the hipster sunsets with triangles made me happy, or the GIFs of little puppies, or all the attractive women. I wish the cars made me happy, or the celebrity photographs. I wish the amazing writers I follow did, too. I do enjoy your work, all of you, and I’m humbled by it as well - it’s so impressive and dumbfounding. But as a...
waiting for something.
“I found this old tobacco tin today, in my Nana’s house when we were moving some things. It belonged to my Nono, and I didn’t really know him, right — ‘cause he died when I was One. I think I was One— anyway I wanted to show you it - I thought you might like it, it’s such a neat little thing.” “… “ “See here where it says...
"goddamn something or other."
It’s fucking hard to know anything.
I don’t understand why you don’t love me. In the verb sense, to love. I know you Love me. But why you don’t love me, it makes no sense. Daytime deaths are common in the stretching that exists between us. White civics are a glaring highway hauntings, now, for me.
sorting through the shit.
I realize I’m never without them, my parents. They sit poised with complaint and direction in my shoulders, spying peevishly into my habits and choices. I am never my own name.
By the way, go see The Avengers, it is quite good.
I once heard there was such a hushed place, where white lilies sprawl on Canadian cliffs in the East. I heard their pearly creme contours fit into the wind like loose charms, stiffly dangling against the continental breeze. I hear their stems are greener than the rolling shimmer of a hillside. I walk to that place, a lot, in my mind, it would seem.. Hm. The coal in my belly is becoming of short...
If you were looking
Our kitchen was oaken, golden honey-brown and it glistened. Sun clung and sprang off the clean shines of aluminum appliances, like dew. The windows have split cross panes, they’re rectangular, and built in knotted wooden frames. They open at full arm’s breadth, and the gleam is soft off the floorboards. It’s that floor for Prince sons and Queen daughters to run around on. A...
Of those who’ve taught me, successfully, your lesson was quicker, sharper, and fashioned from finer materials - than any parent, professor, or friend figure I’ve known yet. I explained to you that I was learning to believe and operate from the premise that people may and do function on fundamentally differing dimensions. It sounds simple, but what it Really is - is hugely large in its...
April 30th & Having Moved Home.
This place is regal, but we don’t live like princes. We are neither magnificent nor dignified. This family, this house — is brimmed over by stagnancy. We don’t fill the walls with pictures - or anything else. The taupe will kill us.
i got this feeling
that I won’t be around forever. I got this feeling, this feeling — you see, that, I might be around for less than forever. Much, much less than that - even! I got this feelin, and - it might be soon - that I have to get goin. I feel like I might not make it off this planet alive, y’know? And what’s worse — what’s just the worst thing — is that I got a...
I’ve met many great writers on tumblr. Maybe they’ll empathize with this. . I feel sad when I see other people. Not that I notice it usually, and not that it’s ever been a face-value, surface plain idea until right this moment. But it’s there, nice and deep seated like something right between your eyes not even your peripherals can pick up. So the question becomes why, if...
road to zion stimulated
Strapped for time on the gymnasium and boiling the faucets in every muscle facet, cranking anti-gravity and trying to be languid about it. Fists into a punching bag, wailing away at it as a body - dead weight mass. Dirt under fingernails, sun-burnt shoulder Man - prying the elusive dedication out of himself. Battered soul syndrome won’t be innocuous, but contemptuous limited — provided...