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Jul 23, 2014

im gonna feel something when mary burke loses because i spent that 7$ on cigarettes and not her bumper sticker

 i used to be an activist but then i found sarcasm

Jul 9, 2014

I haven’t been on here in so long HAVE A RHYME TIME

after the baby boom cigarettes became daydreams black and white only the color of polarized skin and cognitive distortions When it stopped being for me but the world I lived in And I was and that was my world

So I drew a map with the lines perfect black and thought if I got lost it would show the way back But the map was a trap it only showed what I lacked Showed I was a metaphor and not worth much more After that I stayed where I was and built a house out of tea boxes Called it Chaos Cottage Said fuck it 17 times and drew up a deed with one last rhyme scheme

You will not succeed if you don’t know what you need and you won’t know what you need until it finally leaves

So shut the fuck up and do the worksheet Please

Delegations #
Jun 13, 2014

Delegations #

Jun 9, 2014

on a 2 week arrow to orphandom sit in the tassels on the end of this song just watch the people and say little whispers in between your teeth

Jun 9, 2014

NOPE ITS NEVER OVER

Jun 8, 2014

If you pace around the living room long enough you’ll find out where the dust settles a lot of places you wouldn’t expect and I hope you laugh and I hope that’s the metaphor that laughter

Jun 6, 2014

Today I met Eduardo. He revealed the truth to me and I gave him 3 boxes of tools.
Is it over?

valentineuhovski:

Duane Hanson, Tourists II, (1988). 
Jun 5, 2014 / 2,741 notes

valentineuhovski:

Duane Hanson, Tourists II, (1988). 

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Jun 1, 2014

15 box cutters! Family heirlooms

May 31, 2014

are you drunk too who are you

what’s your name and which side of the moon were you born on

today i signed the papers i burned his body finally

i didn’t eat it I didn’t need to moonboy bought me pizza

and rebekah told me whatever i feel is alright no one can tell me what I’m supposed to feel because if you feel guilt about your guilt youre just putting paradox in it’s place

i know its pathetic i didnt mean to but i let it get out of hand again

drink that the lines blur inside themselves like lilac sky not yet added together

synonyms disgust me they confuse me i’m disgusted by what i can’t understand

do i hear them who they are or do they spin my silence on their tongues until it makes sound

stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop

i said it then i say it now

i smiled did you smile

which guilt came first the chicken or the egg

and why cant i remember anything but nicknames

either you are or you arent

i don’t care