Life is beginning to take on a more tangible form. The old path has been granted a new lease on life through the daily pounding of my boot-clad feet upon the jungle floor, thinning out the brush, clearing a route out of necessity. I won’t make it out, no one does, the goal isn’t to get out, that’s not the destination. Just define some clean lines to the messy space,...
frankocean: i can’t save the world. my sun will die eventually. one convenient part of being creative and well-resourced in life though, is that you can make a point to never be bored. oh and you can seclude yourself from the voices of fools. if you love me… when i’m done, let me vibrate in peace.
I’ll be 70 in January, and I have no time to waste. If I’m going to make five or...– Larry Clark
If you score 138 points, you kind of have a license to tell people to fuck off.– Kobe
I don’t talk a whole lot these days. Running back in the rain to the car reminded me that I was alive. Life’s so tentative, unbearably fragile. Seems like the only way to keep from breaking is to forget that you can. I’m not even sure half of y’all exist. Just cardboard. “I’m DEAD”….. All those non-sequiturs, meme’s, banter… shit’s...
George was the worst in town, he was the worst because he couldn’t read that and worst and best of all he wouldn’t try to read that either. If he read that he wouldn’t be the worst because half would think he was the worst and the other half (that really weren’t but thought they were so they were) would like him just fine. And if he read this he/she...
PRONOIAC: name yr sorrows →
sisterraygun: name yr sorrows/shed yr ghosts open up your bedroom window but keep that bottle closed empty out your mouth and fill it up with a brand new song forget your canted curses hey kid, you know it won’t take long head’s all hollow/eyes all numb trippin’ off down that damned old road, beaten,…
So I had a great dinner with my Grandmother/Aunt/Uncle/Cousins tonight… but instead of dwelling on that time of being with my loved ones… Im eating myself alive because I hit a stupid little fucking pole, with my stupid little fucking car and it made a stupid little fucking dent. One of the many cliches that my father is always preaching to me is to “always have your priorities...