funny thoughts and silly ideas blossomed like flowers in his head. he thought it was a fungal overgrowth once. but he plucked them like feathers and threw them at everyone for the heck of it. you laughed when it hit you usually and was nicer to the next person you bumped into. maybe it was a fungal overgrowth. #flowerpower
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…if while like silly thoughts that attempted. Is it just ticking by or those wasting or killing or for what expressions may? left like a cog so like the one that fits right in the grand scheme wants of (things) the poetic innovative ways combo and who am i reallys. Now. Movements, role models… someone else to chime in with an ‘i don’t know either…”
you waited at a crosswalk once, trying to cross the street. Nothing big, just a moment from pressing a button and waiting. Just another way to belittle in a… -all of a sudden it’s like winds blown by the… (belittle as in a humbling)
in such a backwords, lessons my dear
and you surrounded by an impending
something along steering,
a whimper, an echo, a something with a
it’s hard to be when you,
try from, i
Not like trying to win
and next to look like
admit you are
It isn’t what you meant,
because you have this,
when I come back to laugh, and help out is my signal.
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global warming meant spicy, like hot sauce, not bikini’s. unless you mean bikini atol, cause it’s gonna get hot all cool. nookie winter is coming. i think it’s just code for the 1 percent to run and take cover. a head start.
so people dying, shootings, satanic variety hour these days. i was trying to write about apples and oranges and accidentally shot through time, to understand subatomic molecular transducing, my strange sex life, and boobies. like the great seals of approval, we got navy seals and seals for the gates of hell. (i try to avoid saying hello sometimes, so i say the f word.) A pink nimbus lingered once and crabs. I talk with people from another day, we flirt. and boom. we always knew the end was near, it was a thing mentioned fondly. i made a conductor wand from parts of excaliber and found an old boot that was in a russian soup once. it was like a countdown. i caught things. i used to run from things because i didn’t give a shit. i’m doing that better. so a strange sexlife can one day be avenged he guessed, heheh. the dorkier i get, the less joy you’ll have eating my dust. i smiled many times today. yaaaay! muster bait. grazi, it was cute of you to try. 8bit megaman was still schooling me on plasma bursts and rush his dog and roll, his cute sister. he ate his enemies and jacked their shit. eat, merge, obtuse tango. omitochondria electrons flat7up crescendo comin in too fast. -from stacata steps of a goofier nonsense. fencing, parrying, countering. he wasn’t good at blocking.
it’s all about the ass. and i mean another thing. i remember an arrowhead to goddess nike and a redcopper penny. my first crush from this line. ..an inch off the tips of her hair around midnight everynight.
lasers!! they shot me with lazers from their mock boobies! he edited later.
Playing the keys so soft, a heavy chord. I’ve felt many many things but the one thing I’ve felt only once in my life in a significant style was beautiful. As a man, it feels strange to say that. You can keep your money and your dreams and your bouts of happiness and contentment. I’ve tried all those and many more but to try for that beautiful life all the ornaments that come up by the waist trickle away. What do you want in life? Just eyeballing it. A cello and a violin. A long life is meaningless in a drowned city with people charring the sidewalks just to be okay. Happiness is as vague as love and I am not bitter.
reposted from black pyramid
i used to laugh at myself to kinda encourage myself to push on, now my laughter is a rare commodity that i developed a respect for. my jokes strike fear and funny bones and the sense of urgency that followed me around keeps it’s distance
i’ve been slowly getting sicker the last few months. apparently the awesome conversations i have in my head that i play off as potential script dialogue lines to jot down, and split personalities. it was just me and drunk me at first. his name’s gene. then two new roommates moved in. it’s cool cause one’s a girl. the other one is like kramer, but is good at easing tension. i haven’t spoken in a month and that came about by accident! turns out i can hash out a seemingly normal life without saying a damn thing. i keep multiple journals and write. but they conversations are fast, and they don’t pause.
i tried to sing along to a song while i was riding my bike. i have a beautiful girl voice now. quitting drinking made me feel like a pretty girl. but i am so casual with mental meltdowns and identity crisis and morbidity now. i say hi to the women on pornsites before i do the deed.
help is hard to come by because i have to be cold and unfeeling in order to seem gracious. but instead treading carefully, without a word, i just jumped into the fray. the journals, this blog kinda became a journal for em now and then too, is gonna make for the greatest story i don’t think anyone will read. i’m just a cool weapon, baby.
did the tarpits look like something else or did it come outta nowhere, it trapped alotta animals and stuff kinda like an ice age, this reminds me of that one fiona apple album that’s just overlooked phrases and
you know how you ask your kids if they wanna have farfalla or bowtie macaroni and they just yell, and you act frustrated and exhale in a huff. that’s what the world is like where the wolf that hunted the three pigs came from. none of the wolves set out to hunt pigs, they were targeted because they were different and had stability no matter what we said. we huffed and puffed not outta jealousy, but because we keep our animal side alive. even though it’s at a oldfolks home, yeah our animal carnage salt and peppered secret we saved for a rainy day is held back by our generosity, humility and general good person kindly smiles and hugs and how are yous side. now we’re wolves that eat greens not as a choice, but because we ought to. then again, i’m an old grampy toothless wolf that got paid to rampage when he was younger. i was a freak wolf. i was a your typical wolf in a pack of other paid actor wolves, yeah we covered all the stereotypes, but i always wanted to be more like the piggies. they had their shit figured out, and us bullies had to come out now and then to push em around. turns out, in the long run nobody sees until we’re too blind, it made them smarter, not stronger. and us wolves in wolf county, we don’t know what that means, i didn’t know what it means. when you’re in a pack, you don’t speak for others unless you know it’s your time. time to go, time to talk, nobody really cares. so for me, i couldn’t hide respectin’ pigs lives no more. it meant i had nothing left to hide.
and in any world, when you got nothing left to hide is very different from you’re keeping something. wolves, pigs, if there’s nothing worth hiding, even if it’s quiet respect for the enemy, is when you turn into a real dangerous creature. old wolves and pigs gotta be kept away cause they know it. and pups and piglets say the freakiest things. maybe they was so dangerous from old age, it carried over. so we have this story the tells you to be wary of wolves at all times cause the pigs were the ones paying for the actors am i right?! aaah, i’m just filling in for an old buddy that used to write good stories. he stopped and started writing about personal things. you lose writing props when you bitch, look at my missing teeth, it’s all about the angles. they weren’t missing at all. it’s my first day and i learned killing has different meanings.
so my buddy, hugh, proprietor of this here blog was on multiple soul searches and spiritual journeys and all that sabbatical stuff, he was an old prodigy that learned the game late, didn’t want to play, and was forced to show us why he hated the game. sounds like torture but he had to see it for himself. he wasn’t a pig, wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a lion or a bear. he was nothing. didn’t even have a real name anymore. samurai type of lifestyle, but still going to the gym and reading about soylent greens when he’s working. he was just some guy, that said alot of effin’ words, lots! but he ended up using his what little he thought of his existence on this plane, and kinda blew it up in our faces. trust when i say, ya had to be there. this guy, that nobody left alive would say a few words for, drew a tear. he’s still alive but a little less than he’d like you to believe because, his words, “kidness doesn’t fucking need an explanation, what fucking year is this! let me get the fucking door ma’am!” he was a 31 year old child with a walking cane. at first, in flattery, then for fun, and last as a kindness.
he knew too early that the show must go on. but why the cast and crew started mixing up and even forgetting all the queues these days… well he chuckled. that’s when i saw his real face. don’t forget the solar eclipse this month, one of us is going home, and one of us is going in. let’s just say the mind over matter stuff is getting sexy hot when you got alotta free time. AND IT SEEMS TALKING OUTTA YOUR BUTT ABOUT OBSCURE SHITE IS JUST A THING WITH THESE LAPTOPS. leave hugh alone, better yet, let him move along as usual. he’s starting to like it. i dunno, i think he’s a more adept learner than i thought. he ain’t the quiet one, he beat up an octupus once and sang love songs as funeral marches. why? he says he doesn’t know, just bits and peaces. some said the trick was to not care, but i dunno i’m just mumbling alot of things and waiting for this song to end, cause i was trying to write to the feel of the song and all i got were obscure catchphrases. well they’re not catchy, but they loop like songs usually do. okay, i’m also light-headed because i did some whip-its. who’s talking anyway?