June 2012
3 posts
bebraveandbekind:
the national | apartment story...
April 2012
14 posts
And he soared high above the crowds of people down below wishing them and bidding them and blessing them with happy lives with wife or husband and children or no children, and to the clouds he flew and sat looking down below; however, he was not saddened by the turmoil and destruction, but BECAME the turmoil and destruction destroying the happy lives or smooth lives of once joyful people that did...
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I’ll walk the streets of this city and walk the streets of that city. With foggy vision and smiley face or with clear vision and pleased face. I will learn the nooks and crannys and clean the streets and my mind. I’ll live simple in one city—maybe on a [[MORE]]couch or just on a floor. In another city I’ll have my own place. I’ll live for short term or long term....
Air flowing rapidly over sand dunes and land mines. The jungle seems like a good place to die. The trees-green and living-comfort the dying soul. The rain dripping steadily and softly onto the forehead and boots. The mountains; ground’s foreheads, ground’s boots.
No, I am not tired. I can’t be tired. It would go against anything I’ve ever told anyone. A lie? What was...
these words won’t stop coming. this water won’t stop flowing. those birds won’t stop flapping. the homeless won’t stop begging. my mind won’t stop fleeting. those pastors won’t stop preaching. my hope won’t stop dreaming. my sleep won’t stop haunting. my hair won’t stop growing. my thoughts won’t stop showing.
I’m sorry, I’m...
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And this bottle keeps dripping the stuff that makes happy happier.
television.
lights. make the air smell nice. open the drawers and rummage through to find lost and forgotten secrets.
tragedy.
confusion.
where did it what caused it why suddenly this chair keeps rocking back and forth.
theradiolies:
the album leaf - over the pond
autopsicution:
Craft Spells | From The Morning...
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A mighty dissension with calling-backs and pick-pocketing. Thinking of those summer nights of too much drinking and yards of grass and green with warm seats everywhere and music and music pulsing through us and others letting the beat, beat, beat fill usandthem up and a strobey light flashing in our eyes turning on and off and on and off and we wanted to cry from the beauty-
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-but we...
Now what?
I know. you don’t have to tell me. I know.
Dance over here. Your steps staggered and words slurred.
I’m here like I always am.
Dance over in those shoes and shirt, and then dance away somewhere else.
Don’t worry. I’ll still be here with this drink in hand waiting with the hanging light on swaying back and forth back and forth. I did that for dramatic effect.
...
Frequently destroying mass communication with outside world and filling mind with all sorts of thoughts of nothing.
Bring people into the light. Show them what is what is what is what.
Life being what it is and all that.
In Mexico thrown into jail for speeding with speed and failing to watch out for all of the pushcarts and apples.
The tree is not enough to stand on its own and the music...
March 2012
14 posts
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Listen
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Until The Next Paperboat
Do I Have Your Permission?
Is Your Opinion Valuable?
Is The Rulers Courtyard Made Perfect?
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN into the river and take your clothes off and put your toes in and submerge your body in ultrasonic liquid and slow down and become weightless and keep moving until your lungs run out of air which means no oxygen to the brain which shuts down...
Service Bell by Grizzly Bear
Stare into
wall light cupboard hand
and distract mind long enough to make it through day.
and then sleep.
move hands
back and forth up and down.
wave them around the world. These are nothing as they dissolve like interest in uninterest.
and
And dark, an afternoon was.
The sun was lit and it flew verily over this calm land. and before
everything turned to black and the sun never turned once more
he looked at flame
traciecleanyourroom:
Joanna Newsom -The Book of...
My brain turns my mind into knots and clots my thoughts with unnecessary thinking. I am freedom packed in a box with a ribbon and no one unties it because the recipient hasn’t come home from work or school. The rain dips and drains the scum away and between you and I, I’m feeling quite odd today. A Drastic measure. Orange juice splits the seams. The cracks in my floor have nails which...
Blinks and flicks the ash into a cup and the ash becomes nothing as it dissopates and becomes one with the water that was clean but is no longer good plastic but dirty with chemicals and the water is fine it doesn’t become any less water it just that now it’s gross.
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Bombay by El Guincho
1 tag
Too Much To Lose by Sun Glitters
And slowly and surely like honey dripping from a wooden banister in an abandoned house far away from anywhere any of us have been to, he let his worries drip away; and they did, and they took their own shape and became...
Introspection In Winterspring
Clench hands tight and don’t let good things slip away. Bring willows to eye level and kiss branches and leaves. Allow birds to feed their young and do not disturb them. The grass is yellow and red and green and blue and cars drive by and their blur is a flash and I sit and watch and do not think of them, but who is inside of them. Who is each individual person? The road stays and supports...
February 2012
18 posts
The trees are chirping and the wind moves softly and my busted hand makes writing difficult so I sit instead on a bench and smoke fine cigars and read Hemingway then walk closer to the river and lie on a concrete slab and stare at the clear blue sky and think about God and how the river is gently slapping the shore and I close my eyes and drift asleep and wake up and know that this is a...
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America by M83
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Slowly and Sweetly, Their Heads Became Peaches And...
She scrolled through the pictures on her computer. The stream of pictures was endless. She was looking for the perfect one to describe the particular thing she was trying to advertise. She took a sip of broth from the soup cup she was eating soup out of. She asked me what I was writing and I responded with, “Huh?” She repeated the question and I said, “I don’t know.”
I knew.
I was narrating...
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nicotinengravy:
Ghosts//Laura Marling
I don’t use this as much as I used to.
It makes me a little sad.
Anonymous asked: What are your thoughts on love?
carroline asked: kdshjgfsdhfjk i love your taste in music
deejul asked: It's probably not wise to make judgments based on music taste, but I think you and I would get along just fine.
cawcaw:
Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke
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January 2012
79 posts
