monkeyshiners

september 26th is set yourself on fire day.

as she stalked me from the otherside of the courtyard, with her prehistoric birdlike gait, i couldnt help but look away.

pink floyd presents: sheep

i am the most unproductive no brained idiot ever.

today i sat like a pile of leaves for 45 minutes.

bubbles, thought bubbles, text bubbles, ala a comic book

popped out at me.

my tongue was out the entire time.

i was euphoric.

i was melting into nothingness.

euphoric.

john kerry hair sheen!

What the ironic thing was, as matt lay dying in the fall foliage, was the sound.

The guttural roar of his world being ripped apart, literal.

actuallywas,
the roar of the highway, sounding like a roaring ocean.

his last breaths.

it was comforting.

xx

we'll dial up your entire life

let's put it in this

our shame is our fault

fault counts for nothin' when you're gone

leave behind what you worked so hard

but its easy, it's easy to wash it away in the blink of an eye

it's not your fault, it makes you feel so good.

it's not. you never meant to hurt anyone.

you'd tell us not to cry if you could.

if you could.

close isnt good.

good isnt good enough.

you had the best intentions.

but all the inconviences.

my tongues the only muscle on my body that works harder then my heart.

i got enough cyanide in my tongue to kill a thousand men.

i've got enough poison in my heart to wreck a thousand lives.

id walk everywhere to get anywhere

a testament to willpower (a gauge of progress).

woke up.
and am waking up.

in a strangers bed.

dew, toothpaste, razorblades.

i'll wash my dreams down

an exodus

ill live to see another day

granted.

pride burns going down. a thousand fires.

overrated.

if you'd just give me a chance, to listen, to plead my case.

why play hangman? drop your noose.

echo, echoing through my mind.

the voice of a thousand women haunt my dreams.

you followed me where i sleep?

it's not that bad, not that bad, i swore.

so ill sleep, ill press my head to the sand.

an ocean of nothingness.
just tranquility, and blue.

blue.

a transcript for endings. (or postscriptin' a prequel)

dark center of the equator

beaches on the moon

aggresive

passive
the nerves in your neck keep pulsing


fearoftheinevitable

why keep pushing things

cant stop it's instinctive

i dont care i dont care

its easy but i hate it

so, i suppose

i want to labor

yearn

i escaped my childhood

lets run far from here

fear

love

love

love.

im happier now.

then i ever was.

love

love
love

Caution! Witch Crossing

Fall

firstfrostfirstfogfirstfeeeling


fuuuuuucccck

pile in, we'll drive around

heats up

3am?

yes, i'm sure i can hear you.

now, stop tapping on the window

cold.

shit man, it's cold.

let's go home... nice out, but cold.

too.

my body's a war ravaged country, liberate me.