No.: Angels →
vaprosa: I will you not to reoccur in my life. You are a bad and unearthly flower you are fallen from heaven. I will you to collapse into asphalt. I love the asphalt. We all end in a schizophrenic way when I walked in the room my grandma saw Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Charlotte may be someone’s aunt or a… Writings of Susan Pollard, for those who are not already in the loop.
sunlight makes your face into blistering clay until savior winds come to erode it away. guess that makes us headless.
231 days later
When I turn off all of the lights nothing looks dirty I can’t see stacks of empty spiral binders and unread novels There are love notes somewhere, but, I don’t know I wrote them and never did much with them They are smothered in blue dust now My home feels like a tiled asylum, Cool in a blistered city storm I have filled it with things that I meant to put in me, But I put...
Apparently Jarhead is not supposed to be homoerotic.
Someone who says they are a “failed writer”/admits the existence of “failed writers” does not understand the idea of writing.
Nick Kilvel— feeling dumbstruck, shitstruck, disheveled— broke two of five knuckles on a iron-cast rudder. Sobbing with weak-will he crawled to his mother, a woman of fifty-three of uncanny manner. She stutters and slips a glance at the wound says, I’m thinkin’ your pop will be coming home soon, we won’t want him to witness such startling scarification so go stuff yer...
Gee-born, little quilsaver sketches your snapdragon lips fills the gaps in the ribs with wild inks, love, and labor— all from noggin fog memories fatalistic racetrack thoughts wearing decals of your encounters— takes the sketches to the pawnstore: sells them for six quarters, gets an utterdrop shake, rides the sprocket home, slips the feather in a pocket, hangs empty dust coast on far...
We could all eat a lot of bananas and leave the peels everywhere so the entire world would be slapstick. Schticky.
If we all
Jump off of a cliff at exactly the same time we could probably make a tidal wave. But we’d have to do cannonballs.
The best thing I have typed all day
“…bloated omnipotent.” I’ve said it aloud at least three times.
Joesph Kony is ‘trending’ ladies and gents.