When you are sad and strange for whatever reason you turn tricks on yourself and act hard. As if any body could truly handle what self hatred is evident by how terrible one can be to her own vessel fishing infinitely for the morsel of elation that you just know is in there with the boots and old tires. Scratch tickets-I know I may win a dollar or so but the pain of dumping money into a scrap of...
existential agony brought to you by the letter "O"
“you have two different colored eyes” he or she said at this or that place. I stumble into a bus from out of the rain, going somewhere. The basic 3-6 thoughts in my head keep me from painting a realistic picture of my day to day but I know it was raining and there was a bus involved. She was sitting this way, he was sitting that way. All the while I was thinking about- sex and books...
aim high, dream dangerously, don’t be afraid of the dark and especially don’t be afraid of the lack there of. It is not that I don’t want to be happy as one subpar want to be beatnik implied but that hot damn it’s sweltering and sexy on that line between lights on and lights off. The most imperfect storm in my head is when it rains while the sun is out and how funny I am...
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even when I crash and burn promise you wont stop loving who I was before the fall the reckless exchange of misinformation drunken sidestepping kicking and flailing my way into your hearts I am afraid of so much and show so little affection to those i lean on the very most and when I cry I cry rivers, mountain gorges with shiny rocks and complicated turns over and over like a dream and nightmare I...
i'm pondering great distances
I ponder so long about the distance in time between the first hello, a handshake and the tearful packing of bags.
David, I was never one not to set a target.
sweet baby beatnik boy your head spins so softy your sweaty palms beat the keys like a prayer wheel- when does baby beatnik boy get that whiskey and a broken heart can only write you so many tales of woe? You ain’t a nihilist and I’m sorry I broke that heart so long ago but boy you are still the mess i fell in like with and the tale on the tip of my tongue. Get a life before a wife, ya...
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Some bitter shit I'm reposting because I like this...
I am painting a picture of America where big-wig intellectuals fantasize about a revolution they will never get their hands wet with. An entire generation of stuffy well-off white boys with one hand on their wallet and the other on the communist manifesto. Brother McDonald, I believe you had your hand up. Sister Wal-Mart wants to speak next. I am painting with different colors that won’t be...