February 2012
11 posts
so tempted am I
to delve into the mystic
moreover, distructive
parts of I
I am seeking
the deep end
to sink in
GRAHMCRACKER
CHOCOLATE
marshmallow
GRAHMCRACKER
I create lines of hate
every time i don’t wanna feel
i turn off the lights
and forget what is real
warmth becomes darkness
with deep pool eyes
falling to the abyss
i feel tender and plush
little baby
got old and never did much
but have contact
with faces
and have contact
with places
I am particularly pleasant
with warm weather present
and that is all that there isn’t
indefinite
right now
pin point
coordinated like
a map
i am flat
the planet rolls me over
in its palm
hands resolve
me into that
before
and now
i see it go
round and round
im spinning slow
i am sour bitter
left sit on the counter
angry pisstalk
and dissolving sidewalk
i may never lead you anywhere
in pursuit i lose my care
so best believe me when i say
big bitch
just underway
January 2012
9 posts
how can i sense a desire that is falsifly declared im no longer feeling the dreams and sparkling stares the soft sweet kiss that is buttered in spit i want only to love you like life to the sun but nothing is like something when all you ever wanted was none
so give me the empty the blank and distaste the salty no good and bittersoaked waste
(how about the earthquakes they are natural fuck-makes...
fugazizs
repeater on repeat
3lineexclamations=ambiguousity
feeling like a morning breezy freeze grabbed me put a chill in my knees
crash on my bed, and caused mad rush spun dreams in my head
i hear the gust like waves beating the shore i changed
let pullys pull me the seas’ strengths and supremicies
butt marks stained grass as i stand and scratch my ass
god damnit,
im crawling alone into corners of my own
i will never be able to do what i want
and the worst feeling is that i am wasting all this time,
buying cheetah furs and clipping my money to boners and weed
December 2011
3 posts
“if i were a person, i would never want to be alone” said neptune
darn the intuition i feel to escape, but the avoidance i take part in, to not allow the plot to rise and thicken. i don’t know how to put myself up there. the almond moon stares me weirdly in the eye, i can’t understand the clouds keep passing by. feeling widely large as i eat the sky i i i wanna go bye
i continually draw the random lines that flow from first the hand and then my...
November 2011
1 post
i gave it a thought
i gave up what i brought
could not dismangle the tangle
the caught up contraption
of the instinctual reaction.
i fear what i sought
i wish to be taught
to know sudden emotion
the quick and rapid motion
that is pursed
and flustered
and pulled from the cluster
of inside
“i had to leave…, although there was some nice folk there…”
September 2011
1 post
i’m lost in the hurdling wave, pushing me forward into dark, unknown caves
August 2011
1 post
i lean my head on my own shoulder
holding my breath and cigarette
the
images in my mind
bring the light inside
as
the tears begin to ride
and slide
July 2011
5 posts
to kelsey most but,
what is that song that sounds like dishes?
i lost my favorite constilation,
i also lost a meaning to my time
the human mind
it is a burden i say
how can i ever feel again,
it’s all mwwwoosh shoo swquahsh ay
and i am beginning to hate myself,
for my mind beats on my insides
April 2011
3 posts
baths of thought and a cigarette
broom sweeping
my brain functions with or without me….in the deepest state; the one farthest from myself i’m caught in a stare, but a triumphant pilgrimage to home emerges. i follow what i can collect, the thoughts of everyday, the way my brain pulls like currents and i’m sucked under with undertoes. for all i know it will never end, all mixed up upon piles of papers that state rambles and...
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
8 posts
driving consists of signals, signs, and following the line
my zine needs a cover design, and here i am, out...
blasphemyyy:
anyone wanna doodle something? the title is ‘jan u weary?’ and its innards are full of things relevant to january.
i might do something. i’m costantly drawing nonsense, and it would suit well to draw with an idea such as this.
there is something unknown and it has grown
the lingering stare has turned hateful and scared
lost in a verbal absence
theres glasses but no romance
the evening grows cold
as you roller over and silently
scold
there is nothing to hold onto
the dark collects tears
trickles cold in my ears
=======am i sad yet?
holy spoutain the grand ol’ mountain
the water trickles down and
sprinkles on the ground
down in da depths of you
and deep in da deepest dream
while the water tavels, and creeps
January 2011
14 posts
toswimforever:
don’t talk (put your head on my...
draw/write thru school
the crowded slumber
as dreams grow numbered
we share a sky
with almond unequal eyes
a brown bag they call surprise
and nature is natural
the open pore
the greasy boy
that is your mild child
books untouched
and ravage and rush
he is wild
and in sleep denial
————morrison inspired
mustard on an omlette, good
mustard on plain potatoe chips, not bad
a deep fried swiss roll, bad
(much better frozen)
