May 2011
18 posts
Gil Scott Heron
Deceased.
I am saddened.
But not sad.
I am now
Like a cylinder, graduated.
No
Klonopin until Nine last night, I forgot, and I felt nothing until I remembered I forgot. I am getting the feeling that most of my anxiety is sprouting from the fact I’m an addict not from anything else.
Pipe Dream?
yggdrasil
Birth-bulbs hang from branches and glow faintly green with mirthful life
inside are babies without cords to cut
souls without any guilt
Is it wrong to be jealous of infants?
And
Yeah it could look like nothing is there; Cooking in the corner of your bedroom. That’s where things twitch and you can’t tell if the wheezing is your dog’s breath or your own and the creaking is bones and thin walls only amplify the creepiness. Dry-sick-spit on the side of your lips you are fever dreaming that the bed will float gently over the Atlantic and your chills are just salty splashes....
When you were a kid
You did not think you would idolize a heroin addict
you didn’t know what heroin was
you caught your mom sneaking in packs of cigarettes
and you’d throw a fit
and she’d say they were for the pool man
Glenn
Who she was fucking
who had a house that smelled fresh
and a smile that was charming like a con man without the intent
slicked back hair and a bronze tan
who could...
maxcapacity:
i’m going to spam the spits and the mummies all night because they’re way better than all your favorite bands
Throw some ATR in there too.
“We need new idioms, we need to stop talking like beatniks.”
– Alice Glass, on receiving NME’s “Coolest Person of 2008”
Not to say
I am unhappy, actually I’m feeling pretty great.
I told several people
I would be the next Burroughs or Foster Wallace. Why the fuck didn’t I choose someone happier?
Ha
Why the fuck do I even have a phone anymore?
Not to get too repetitive with my metaphors
but I am missing an organ both literally and, in the most painful chewingly maddeningly way, figuratively.
Good Lord
Infinite Jest was magnificent. A close rival to Ulysses. So much depth.
The Mani
Une Deux Trois. Nul.
Brain-built bunker walls of bone and cartilage and pink freckled skin
keeps mountains of misunderstanding mounted within
sometimes it throbs weakly
flips and spins and gets sick
from the motion; gets queasy
and ejaculates erroneous phrases with- excuse me why I go relieve myself, foreign medicines are caking my insides-
where was I?
Oh yeah the mind
which is tapped...
April 2011
9 posts
sdggsgs
tongue-tied
dyed blue
with sports drink sucrose
gagging red cough syrups
tasting like cherry vomit
the vomit you released
a few minutes prior
to the sports drink.
recycle.
