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| So it felt like love man.
i started the day off easy, no signs of stupid sins, or subtle emptiness.
i started the day offf pure, can you dig,
SHAFT
i wanted maybe a tv channel
impossible me love.
all i wanted was to be wrong maybe to be liked maybe to be realized for
the person i once tryed, i would cry in the rooms of the doors locked
closed, i would run in the circles of that black trampoline,
lets kick the dust
and let the dirt hit our greyishly yellow faces.
I want to be in love with you.
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| Kick that cardboard off that street, its time for mack the knife
So today i felt like prophesizing which i did. i wondered about the end
of the school day, if it would have any metaphoric relationship with
the end of the world. i was right. it fucking did.
i watched the kids scramble out of there hives liek bees on attack, or
soldiers on the storm. they swayed left and right. Foot up, foot down.
the doors Busted open like the first shot in the skirmish, it was war.
it was hell. it was the end. we hopped steps. 4 at a time driving short
shots at the younger shits, it was a battle, one worth not winning, but
fighting until that last blow had dropped. the end. We had heard the
Comrade: RUN< GO , Leave! Run, go, leave we did, stopping for
everything and leaving for nothing, it was this event, thiis
catastrophic inter eruption that had caused the joy in some, and
distraught in others.
For me? I just went with the crowd,
just did this.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
RUNN Run Run
Go GO GOOO
Leave!
just
go
HOME
i dropped the bomb. i dropped the last shot, i left the last print, on the worlds next finger.
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| Yeah. so here i go again.
as i cruised down the boulevard goin 65, i saw that cats hat scream way up and drop out of that grey green sky....
I got my hair cut. fuck.
I saw a girl today. young. about 5. She was in the hair place. She
stared. At me. I sat there readingmy magazine. as her eyes peirced into
my soul. i sat there, reading my magazine. She gazed.
farther and farther as if an architect at his creattion. she watched.
like the tiger before its strike. i am just the fucking gazelle i
shouted. only my weary little thoughts could hear. she stood. Like the
willow treee as it gazes down upon its sitter, waiting for its own
demise. slowly....
carefully...
watching the sawblade touch her soft beautiful skin.
i put on my hoodie, and walked away.
goodnight.
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| dissolving back into the crowd
dispursing the social bombs that consume
our society. | | |
| I bet your feeling a bit like Alice right now....
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fuck the run!
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I dont know what to write in here there are no directions!
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