August 2008
2 posts
July 2008
13 posts
anything
“at the core of every human is a blank stare”
“time moves by so quietly. when it’s all over a second didnt even pass”
“industrialized emotion”
“you cant be skinnier than your skeleton”
“pan ket tank”
“i’m just a little kid failing to fall asleep the night before i die”
it's been
a stupid day. i bought belle and sebastians album fold your hands child you walk like a peasant. i think it is very good. some B&S fans don’t think so. but i do.
i’m boring today.
it’s been a bloody stupid day.
Ghost Mountain
By The Unicorns
i just woke up
“not accepting is not living”
Below is another collection of words i wrote (before “something”) that soon i will try and turn into a poem of some sorts. These rough drafts are called the “grandpa notes”
In the Peeling evening
You have to be in a ready position at ALL times. In a loosefast mind with elastic pants (sore fitzroy)
My eyes want to tear something...
“just get me out of these thoughts. sad”
– me
i hate darkness
especially late at night. 3:10 in the morning.
my mind is out of control. especially in a black room. something is communicating with me. but i dont know what. when i free myself from everything, i only feel alone.
it is morning
of these merging days. but it’s 1:26 PM.
so i really just use this blog as a folder for my writings. or else i would forget them!
An Ugky Dess Profess
His blisters are softer than heavy breathing from stinging jellyfish. They burst and drip down this mans skin into some sugary sea. He can’t recall the name of his body, but has been inside before. “Was it the time I...
the color of computer paper
contrasts with the color of grass, harshly.
new poem written the other night, havent named it yet:
My family’s ribcage is broken
My father’s heart is broken
My sister has a case of the spins
She is crushed under a car from her faceless sins
My mother sits on a chair, her face is red, she’s chokin
The alchol is soakin into her insides
blacked out and bare
Were out back...
“We are also curious babies.
We are all so curious.”
– Me
from the unreleased glow pt. 2 recordings
the...
a synthetic day, a tin-can type of feeling
i am real.
and i know everything is here. and nothing is controlling. were just all real. i need to talk myself out of any sort of swooping nonsense and ignore the crowds cheer. the idea is amazing, but i hate the way they kneel. Their fold is unbelievable and a dissolved door ideal. i thought everyone was talking to me, as one large sphere, but then i realized everyone clapping are only...
“it is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at...”
– Ernest Hemingway- The Sun Also Rises
late again
The greatest invention ever to benefit mankind is blankets and pillows.
i cant sleep anymore. and i dont eat often. but somehow i get to the end of “everyday.” Most of my free time is at times like this, 1 in the morning. i find myself writing at this time every night. staring at my ugly face under bright lights in my bathroom. my face just starts to look like something else. someone...