If I lived inside a Pearl Jam vinyl record I would be very dizzy.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
life hasn't finished sunlight has been cut away still we go on the beginning on & on each sip water every example ever given has suddenly been taken away something like instant heart failure blown away into dust every drop another round coming for us
on & on no terror no splendid real truth just forward backwards inside out & upside down with everything nothing all at once explosions are silent silence is not flowers neither the butterfly but chaotic in (this) no time
evil or angelic each one equal the grand living canyons as vastness the true & false one
to be real the answer bleeds all dancers freeze opening fire surrendered long ago but there never was a past with future the same just a single dream wrapped around eternity like a glove all connected string a simple kite would the moon the single once skyfire was a lie all was burnt ashes on the otherside of the hill
barren would be golden geese the lonely harvested earth diamonds silver clouds even fog from here to there across our eyes comes flashing waterfalls so seperated chopped to bits somehow smiling as blind dragons war for paradise a paradise as foul raw sewage has laughter all those mountains are crumbling & rising together building to be born dying for birth with wasted eyes cloaked over the fire doesn't come shadows are two they do not have anyone
the lightning is the thunder but it is not heard not seen only there something like the amnesia short circuited that
twisted up pretzel head something like a collapsed sun you would not even know what happened just a blank space in time gone off & went to the ground the falling vacancy of nothing on
your very own time warp a sharp hard corner on a drop off feeling fine like a glorious kiss when instantaneously one eye goes over there the other somewhere that is nowhere known quite a ways off this the feelings of a crawdad placed in your bucket
twisted up pretzel head something like a collapsed sun you would not even know what happened just a blank space in time gone off & went to the ground the falling vacancy of nothing on
your very own time warp a sharp hard corner on a drop off feeling fine like a glorious kiss when instantaneously one eye goes over there the other somewhere that is nowhere known quite a ways off this the feelings of a crawdad placed in your bucket
Blind, deaf, mute I had stopped hearing fingers in ears, blocked like a foolish monkey see no, hear no, say no until one night, one eye was curious and it opened (not to be in the dark) but I don’t know that I saw anything! and one ear had to hear one ear had to hear some sound so as not to be in a silent tomb it’s a fourth or a fifth! (depending upon how you flip it) and yet, I don’t know that I learned anything by following my curiosity I don’t know that I heard anything I’m so far away, a lone ear a lone EAR it could have been anything or nothing I just don’t know! I’ve never known. I bumble on, buzzing about whatever I feel at the time now trying to stay open by myself
Foggy bright white morning I could feel the air some mist, a few droplets, white magic! I couldn’t see more than a few feet but my mind was clear and my heart, joyful
Blind, deaf, mute I had stopped hearing fingers in ears, blocked like a foolish monkey see no, hear no, say no until one night, one eye was curious and it opened (not to be in the dark) but I don’t know that I saw anything! and one ear had to hear one ear had to hear some sound so as not to be in a silent tomb it’s a fourth or a fifth! (depending upon how you flip it) and yet, I don’t know that I learned anything by following my curiosity I don’t know that I heard anything I’m so far away, a lone ear a lone EAR it could have been anything or nothing I just don’t know! I’ve never known. I bumble on, buzzing about whatever I feel at the time now trying to stay open by myself
while climbing to narrow what is already escaping the most you can do is to hold it in place hold it in place comes the words it's too late wear it yonscathe take the last breath it
What about just taking some joy in being alive and having some time to spend being happy? Waking up with the sun, and doing whatever I feel like? That's vacation to me!
The little girl inside me, Wanted to believe that you were really listening. The little girl inside me, Felt as if I had a friend. The little girl inside me, Patiently waited for your every word The little girl inside me, Couldn't wait for her warm replies.
Sometimes I wish I could turn the thoughts off. Regenerate my process.Put focus where it's needed,and let the little shit go.It's like fucking rush hour in my brain.
a fiction book about a French girl escaping Nazis makes the almond sweet in my mouth seem stale
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
?what is the blade's name
your skin
mine
a blood bath other-side the sun
check your shit
life is sharpened steel
refined
merciless
attacked by blunt truths
nasty scars inside
climb them god damn stairs
some here are guardian angels
broken limbs all day long
you do not give a fuck
freak mirrors behind us all
break screaming glass that...
that reflect
the stink
rotten meat on the lips of maggots
slimy movement
what eyes see
bleed
candles not alone now lit
die inside darkness
into clouds placed at feet
oceans at eye level now we've sank
lost miserably each ten thousandth of one second outlasts sanity
feeling teeth split
the mistakes felt are made
grabbed & blown cold across
gouging dreams fulla bad...
bad goodbyes
surround yourself with no one than to surround yourself with fiends in that way you fill the spaces of air with your version of acquaintances
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I'm just trying to stay afloat in the boat of my days!
At least the weather is beautiful now because the humidity has gone.
sunlight has been cut away
still we go on the beginning
on & on each sip water
every example ever given has suddenly been taken away
something like instant heart failure
blown away into dust every drop
another round coming for us
on & on
no terror
no splendid real truth
just forward backwards inside out & upside down with everything
nothing all at once
explosions are silent
silence is not flowers
neither the butterfly
but chaotic in (this) no time
evil or angelic
each one equal
the grand living canyons as vastness
the true & false one
to be real
the answer bleeds
all dancers freeze
opening fire surrendered long ago
but there never was a past
with future the same
just a single dream wrapped around eternity like a glove
all connected string
a simple kite would the moon
the single once skyfire was a lie
all was burnt ashes on the otherside of the hill
barren would be golden geese
the lonely harvested earth diamonds
silver clouds even fog from here to there
across our eyes comes flashing waterfalls so seperated
chopped to bits
somehow smiling
as blind dragons war for paradise
a paradise as foul raw sewage has laughter
all those mountains are crumbling & rising together
building to be born
dying for birth
with wasted eyes cloaked over
the fire doesn't come
shadows are two they do not have anyone
the lightning is the thunder
but it is not heard
not seen
only there
something like the amnesia
short circuited that
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Prepare, Accept.....Prefer
Ponder
Possibility
Panopoly's
Pontificate
Perhaps
Patience
Perseverence
Propounds
Pow Wow
You aren't even my unrequited friend.
something like a collapsed sun
you would not even know what happened
just a blank space in time
gone off & went to the ground
the falling vacancy of nothing on
your very own time warp
a sharp hard corner on a drop off
feeling fine like a glorious kiss
when instantaneously one eye goes over there
the other somewhere that is nowhere known
quite a ways off
this the feelings of a crawdad placed in your bucket
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Four the day
Counting on,counting on, dont stop
Counting on, cant stop counting on
Self other pattern formula air,err, heir,
Inherit the air that is all ready, mine to begin
With life given....so eaily taken away
Ease silly...
thought that has brought me full round
the bend in a pinch...a tickle...a tremor, earthquakes and volcanoes
Arise
Spewed forth raking the ashes to prepare for
Any sudden moves
Let alone those planned...on & on & on...forward ho!
I dont need... to smoke cause its all ready in the air
Smells so good this
Deadly smoke in small doses
It...is...divine!
Blind, deaf, mute
I had stopped hearing
fingers in ears, blocked
like a foolish monkey
see no, hear no, say no
until one night, one eye was curious
and it opened
(not to be in the dark)
but I don’t know that I saw anything!
and one ear had to hear
one ear had to hear
some sound so as not to be in a silent tomb
it’s a fourth or a fifth!
(depending upon how you flip it)
and yet, I don’t know that I learned anything
by following my curiosity
I don’t know that I heard anything
I’m so far away, a lone ear
a lone EAR
it could have been anything or nothing
I just don’t know!
I’ve never known.
I bumble on, buzzing about whatever
I feel at the time now
trying to stay open by myself
anything anymore.
I could feel the air
some mist, a few droplets, white magic!
I couldn’t see more than a few feet
but my mind was clear
and my heart, joyful
while climbing to narrow
what is already escaping
the most you can do is to
hold it in place
hold it in place
comes the words it's too late
wear it yonscathe
take the last breath it
That's vacation to me!
Wanted to believe that you were really listening.
The little girl inside me,
Felt as if I had a friend.
The little girl inside me,
Patiently waited for your every word
The little girl inside me,
Couldn't wait for her warm replies.
escaping Nazis
makes the almond sweet in my mouth
seem stale
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
?what is the blade's name
your skin
mine
a blood bath other-side the sun
check your shit
life is sharpened steel
refined
merciless
attacked by blunt truths
nasty scars inside
climb them god damn stairs
some here are guardian angels
broken limbs all day long
you do not give a fuck
freak mirrors behind us all
break screaming glass that...
that reflect
the stink
rotten meat on the lips of maggots
slimy movement
what eyes see
bleed
candles not alone now lit
die inside darkness
into clouds placed at feet
oceans at eye level now we've sank
lost miserably each ten thousandth of one second outlasts sanity
feeling teeth split
the mistakes felt are made
grabbed & blown cold across
gouging dreams fulla bad...
bad goodbyes
until found
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
that's right
my boyfriend has sasquatches in his hair
my boyfriend has sasquatches in his hair
that's what I said
my boyfriend has sasquatches in his hair
than to surround yourself with fiends
in that way you fill the spaces of air
with your version of acquaintances
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I knew time
and grew patience
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird