dearly titled: i do i do (my drunk mind is hot for repetition)
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i lover you
i lov you
i love you
i love you i love
you
i love you i love you
i love the you
i do love you
i love every bit of you
i would sit in your room for days and listen to all your ashtray
complaints
i would hang around like a lonely time-free consuming lover
i would paint your legs and laugh at the funny scars in your shin bones
i would watch the entire Sabrina marathon
i would sleep naked for days even though i don't like it
i would devote myself entirely but be so casual and smoke-filled you wouldn't even be able to tell
i would kill people
i would love you like you love your mother
i know i have to
i know i have to love you dearly
i love you so much it doesn't fit.
i would love you every day and every night
i would love you until it didn't feel right
i would consume the pain and take the strain and drain my sorry windows
of legged bathed wails
i would love and drive every day to your isolated cocoon
god i love you
beyond the doom.
Friday
Sunday
Wednesday
self-sabotage 101
1) A casual but unfortunate meet-up
2) A vulnerable pretty rosy face, mirroring something, something.
3) The tragic establishment of rapport
4) The cruel attraction of a pair of eyes
5) The complete loss of self (including the selfish anger that attracts the pretty fly in the first place)
6) The molding of the self to resemble a more suitable companion to the opposite sex - includes outfit makeovers such as rap hats, Vans, checkered shirts and American Apparel dresses.
7) The leering, the offering, the repeated texting.
(Optional at this stage: carnal pleasures)
8) The erasure of any social life as one waits by the telephone and finds no joy in anything but the other person itself.
9) the subsequent every availability - breeding boredom, contempt, and disinterest
10) The end of interest
2) A vulnerable pretty rosy face, mirroring something, something.
3) The tragic establishment of rapport
4) The cruel attraction of a pair of eyes
5) The complete loss of self (including the selfish anger that attracts the pretty fly in the first place)
6) The molding of the self to resemble a more suitable companion to the opposite sex - includes outfit makeovers such as rap hats, Vans, checkered shirts and American Apparel dresses.
7) The leering, the offering, the repeated texting.
(Optional at this stage: carnal pleasures)
8) The erasure of any social life as one waits by the telephone and finds no joy in anything but the other person itself.
9) the subsequent every availability - breeding boredom, contempt, and disinterest
10) The end of interest
Tuesday
washing out
fire away
i'm free today
hovering over musical oceans
like a paper plane.
clear is the day
i let go of hell yesterday
to live in limbo again.
here i at least can pretend to pray
and breathe my breaths in my own patient haze.
clear is the day
the light is ethereal and time passes stray
the cat snoozes softly
and this music is like liquid
against my tired ears.
i have no tears
i fell to my knees today
i suppose that's what you have to do
wipe the past
to then let it brush off you.
nothing really lasts
the evergreen of the freshly washed
too shall pass
like a continuous wheel
of insisting surfaces.
i'm free today
hovering over musical oceans
like a paper plane.
clear is the day
i let go of hell yesterday
to live in limbo again.
here i at least can pretend to pray
and breathe my breaths in my own patient haze.
clear is the day
the light is ethereal and time passes stray
the cat snoozes softly
and this music is like liquid
against my tired ears.
i have no tears
i fell to my knees today
i suppose that's what you have to do
wipe the past
to then let it brush off you.
nothing really lasts
the evergreen of the freshly washed
too shall pass
like a continuous wheel
of insisting surfaces.
Sunday
to all the hipsters in the checkered shirts
The problem with people is that they're always thinking about themselves. That is a good thing, and a bad thing. The bad thing is that they're usually thinking about very astral, or rather worldly problems concerning themselves. The good thing is that sometimes they're not. Non-worldly problems, as one would imagine, are usually problems concerning Multiple People. The Big Picture. Or, if the egotist is still being sauteed by life and life's herbs and spices, it is a problem of the Existentialist Self. In any case, all of the above are a bit of a waste of time for the sole, isolated individual. Frankly, there is a highly developed school of thought in both Existentialism and The Big Picture. Society and all that. Read, read and read is the proper verb-advice. And then read some more. One mind can't possibly fathom the bare existence of even half of the thoughts that have come across all the half-witted brains that ever walked this earth. So just lick your lips and read. That's a pre-requisite really. It will turn you into an intellectual and feed the argument/"well here's an example why" sack. In other words, you will always win that casual drunk debate among your more unprepared and slightly blase friends. The world is half-educated these days. Everyone is half-cultured because in half-cultured nations we can actually get by being pretty fucking average.
rapunzel
don't give the heart
for anyone to squeeze
it is yours to keep
locked in a luscious confine
for anyone to squeeze
it is yours to keep
locked in a luscious confine
Saturday
goodness and stuff
An intangible quality has pertained itself to me, like a higher understanding of the laws that surround me. And I should keep it a secret because heads roll and blood is shed every day. It is clear and clear and crystal pristine. Oh my. So that's it. Simple but sobering. Ink on the skin. I am good. We are good. We are good.
see saw
In the haze of the day after I try to hold on to the memories of pleasure but the tunnel is dark. I understand in the clear light of conscience that I have sabotagged myself entirely and yet this feels much more right. Is it right to hold onto a memory you like a lot? Is it wrong to relive the past? Like a movie well-favoured, which one keeps winding past the eyes of the mind. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it better to let go? Like a dream come true or something equally boring. I don't know.
Monday
Sunday
the meaning of circles
A degree of pleasantness, or let's say "acting", is necessary when engaging with people. The best way to contribute to a social situation, which in itself is already a tense one for all involved, is not to pursue those individual opinions and keepsakes that one may think are so rightly his, that define and contour him as a person, so much as it is about facilitating, or "easing" conversation by sticking to a predictable norm that allows the listeners to relax and feel familiar in their surroundings. People like comfort. Therefore using terminology, body language, and speech that is familiar to your subgroup is the easiest way to ease yourself in, and to ultimately "belong".
- Unknown
- Unknown
Thursday
horns
does it come from the genuine face?
they can tell
(all of them)
do you neutralize the random space?
sucking away all its fearsomes.
would you dare?
(do you ever)
do you realise you aren't to show
and that by not doing it,
you negate your own bold
inhumane
uncourageous soul?
i wouldn't rhyme you in my own dying
surrendering capacities,
deprived of breath
sleep and some other faculties.
they can tell
(all of them)
do you neutralize the random space?
sucking away all its fearsomes.
would you dare?
(do you ever)
do you realise you aren't to show
and that by not doing it,
you negate your own bold
inhumane
uncourageous soul?
i wouldn't rhyme you in my own dying
surrendering capacities,
deprived of breath
sleep and some other faculties.
Wednesday
Monday
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