staring at the sun by tv on the radio is one of the finest pieces of auditory wonderment ever to be shot out of my computer.
my theory is that love lockdown is about bondage. I’m on to you kanye.
just golden orbs, perfectly round with a bit of a glint to them like pearls but gold. I don’t know where they come from or why they are here but they float in. Just golden orbs.
How about we get out of here, go back to my place and I’ll slip into something more comfortable… like your nostril.
of the two girls I hang out with my father knows neither of their names. my good friends yoshi and anaconda. oh old man.
Angst angst angst swear curse swear crazy crazy angst swear curse, society sucks, and I’m a stupid jerk.
from the book a minute summary of catcher in the rye. also a summary of me
We walk in the desert, autumn and I. Two sets of footprints in the sand, I’ll always be right next to you. But what about when I see only one pair of feet she asks. I reply with a heavy sigh, that’s when I’m carrying you. Sometimes we talk and sometimes I whistle and she listens and sometimes she speaks of kings and mountain peaks and the way things were and I listen and sometimes we weave stories but often we walk in silence because there is no need for words. It’s always dusk where we walk and it is still except for a slight wind. Sometimes we see each other as we want to. Some days the sand is too deep and the wind too strong to light a match and some day I hope to get out but for now me and autumn will keep wandering, lost in the sand.
calling me mattski
I’ve got writers block and I can’t get this shit out, it’s like I s-s-s-stuttering and while I try and spit it out, I try and twist away from a different day the weather has changed and whether or not I’m fresh today, now it matters and I’m a mad hatter I’m a black adder, I’m already stigmatized throw on a new stigmata, this is a new world this is a new girl and I don’t got shit to do but sit back and let her through, I live the living dead life to the letter too, this is fucking indicative that shit is fucking ridiculous but kanye’s off the mic so I’m feeling fucking conspicuous. I can’t act like either season is significant so I see me jut trying to live with it, given it, and given that I care, you’d think these are bad dreams or even nightmares but I’m faring fine, I’m doing good, this is my dream and if I could I would but I can’t so I won’t so I’ll be the wind in spring and the dying sun in fall but for the sake of all of y’all I’ll stand tall, I don’t fall, I don’t spring, in fact I’m static, mind is erratic, something is constant, be it the comment between the man and the content, I’m just trying to pay rent, I’m just trying to get paid, I’m just trying not to get bent, get luck or break a leg. I want this shit fornever because I fucking hate her, I just want the satisfaction of being a laker, that means winner. Hang it by the belt bitch, you a fucking celtic and look at all these welts, shit. The shoulder of the soldier shows he couldn’t hold his composure, the scars on his arms like the scores of a composer. Topography for fall typography for the new girl but the new world is inside like a clam and a new pearl. Today time seems to lag but I’m not scared and I got sunshine in a bag, cupcakes in a tupperware.
“what the fuck is going onnnnnn?” “I’ll take care of you mom, I’m a wagon wheel”.
not passive aggressive so much as aggressive aggressive
fixed one shoulder ruined the other on the plus side new dre.