September 2011
1 post
aboyandhisthor asked: Ur stuff is weird, dude. But I love Operation XX
August 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
Picking Dead Flowers: We Brave the Sideways Spiral
Together we’ve seen terror. Every threat short of eternity was thrust in our paths, and as we stumbled, we discovered buried treasure [just like the map said, hex marks the spot.] Enlightenment comes in a razor-edged case and we grew new fingers when our bloody stumps broke the gift free. Through agony and withdrawal of faith, our stubborn energy forced regeneration. Look towards the flock....
January 2011
1 post
Uncle Sam's Industry of Dishonesty (This One Goes...
Miserable minions of the world, grab the nearest tree and hug as hard as you fucking can. Squeeze until your eyes go bloodshot, until your straining limbs issue tears from the leaves. You’re pouring the elixir right down the drain, drowning your own cure. You’ve left the swine asleep at the troff and they’ll eat themselves alive when the sun comes up.
How far we haven’t...
December 2010
2 posts
Companion v. 3.0: Personifying Pandemonium
Your pristine features scream pretension like silicon valley, yet I can’t help this viral attraction. I’m the moth headed full-speed for a star, quenching a thirst for Ursa Major. You’re scorching my wings, supernova that you are. I want to fill your lungs with bitter, ancient breath. I want our blood to be the same: approaching boiling, steaming up our vessel walls like...
Tracking the Tempest: The Audience Pleas...
I call her the angel that’s bound to the earth, she joined my existence and graced it with worth. The fortune that I’ve been presented with is unbelievable.
Her name is the sweetest thing I’ve ever said, and the things that she calls me go straight to my head. I’ve surfaced from sinking, a task that I thought unachievable.
She’s the purpose in life I’ve been...
November 2010
1 post
Limbo's Lover with the Crimson Lips
Today, I opened my mouth at the wrong time and hell poured out [it was right where I left it.] Medics were rushed to the scene at the speed of a California wildfire, and the burn ward overflowed with eager contestants in the skin graft sweepstakes. You should’ve been there for the dazzling display; everyone in attendance walked away with a brand new scar. We’ve got more great prizes...
October 2010
3 posts
Tracking the Tempest: In Honest Utterance, I Stole...
Article A: Setting Up the Scenery
Upon arrival and in preparation for departure, I whispered a plea for reciprocated affection. [I didn’t expect you to meet me halfway on this road.] Navigation features cut out from the second I pulled onto the highway and I just so happened to find you hitchhiking… you looked so beautiful there, waving down traffic, but I couldn’t let you stand...
Companion v. 3.0: Mercy Verses
A. The World’s Most Beautiful Roadblock
Here I am again in the same place I’ve been before
I recognized the decor the second I opened the door
Somebody told me I was going elsewhere,
they led me up a huge hill but I didn’t find a house there.
What I did find was more of what I was running from
And I’ll admit in hindsight that I was fucking dumb.
I couldn’t tell...
Companion v 3.0: Admiration Apparation
Unreal… that’s a good word for it. You’re a figment of my imagination, but you’re right in front of me, silencing my expectations like a constant sonic boom. Even my realest dreams pale in comparison, my artist’s mind untrained in designing perfection.
Some self-absorbed scholar probably said that the road to happiness doesn’t come with a map, but I never...
September 2010
1 post
Operation XX: Seeking Sovereignty
All legions behold the parasitic twin! She leeches off of our palace, our creation. The meat machine proprietor in glitter, vomiting propaganda, snorting powdered pride.
Everyone fall victim on the count of three. Hand in your badges and drown with me. The siren’s song is a sick whisper drenched in breaths of sour greed. Sister Symptom sings lullabies of cyanide.
Who will save our surface...
August 2010
3 posts
Companion v. 3.0: Defining Definition; Drowning...
The oxygen seems a bit thicker today, I’m finding the need to breathe quicker today. A dense fog is hanging about, and I’m travelling blind. This nameless condition is one I keep close, and despite my prescription, I’m undiagnosed. The sky is unsettled as darkness and light are combined. The trade winds collided as nature provided the moment that her fate and mine were decided,...
Companion v. 3.0: A Picture of the Princess,...
If roses had eyes, they’d know their own beauty. Deaf composers will never be lulled by their own creations, never know the symphony’s sweetness, but I can see she’s perfect from miles and miles away. My seasoned eyes cut through the over-sharpened features, the mechanical grain that old technology taints us with. They peel through the layers of fragmented information and her...
Companion v. 3.0: The Starlet of Stability's...
It seems like lately, I haven’t been able to keep my focus off of twilight. I’ve been stargazing for the past month, and it hasn’t been secluded to the night. I’m scanning the constellations in your complexion for the gods, but all I see is Aphrodite. The apple of my eye taught me to believe in angels again, yet the sky hasn’t opened up. We’ve been waiting on...
July 2010
6 posts
the road always taken
They told me to get out of my own head. It’s too dark in here to find the exit. No illuminated red signals, no road signs pointing the path to freedom. I’m the trinket rodent in an eternal wheel spin. Sustenance dwindled… I’ll probably die in here. I love you all.
Introspective: Cry it all out, tortured soul. Think of the unfortunate situations around you; you’re...
I’ll bet she’s awful ugly without all that greasepaint smeared on her face. I’ll put money down that she’s in mid-decomposition, desperately clutching to her foundation follies. There’s not enough ink in this world for the both of us. You know it would just bleed out anyway.
A toast to drinking by myself - it’s a damned good thing I have more than one wine...
Confrontation is a chemical fire and we’re all brothers in the burn unit. Hearsay and betrayal have led to the disfigurement of timeless bonds. Reconstruction is a handshake away but we’re too fucked up to search for the sutures. What happened to keeping your enemies close? One action is twisted like the winding road we pilot and it’s all downhill from here. I remember when we...
In Reference to Regret
She thinks pretty words will bring me back to paradise.
They all think I belong trapped in that roach motel.
I think we’ve got a winner in the race for my attention.
My apologies to the tropics. I just found a reason to kiss the sunshine good-bye. Your signal faded. End transaction.
the Articles of Confinement and Confiding (a Basic...
I: Winning at Solitaire
I put nothing on a pedestal. Nothing stands as an idol, and to nothingness I am betrothed. I work best in oblivion. Here, I can only best myself. Isn’t self-education half the battle when war’s at hand? You know nothing of my journey, remove your selfish tacks from the map. Let the damned thing fall off of the wall [it holds better conversation when left...
independence night
Whoever said I had a way with words never heard you under the influence. The way you blurt it all out sends synapses misfiring, and I’m addicted to the electricity. This evening’s real light show was in my chest and it set the forest ablaze, pillars of reciprocation completely reduced to ash. My head’s engulfed in too many flames to transform this feeling into language....
June 2010
3 posts
Shots from the Bandwagon/Fueling the Fury
Plastic patriotic pan-partisan pricks: retire and put your money where the milligram is.
My country tis of thee: self-serving misery. Ugly, I sing!
Crude and ugly.
Off-color Americans, sprint to boycott the solution! Pseudo-altriuistic intentions are a 42-gallon barrel of spiked mace paperweights for your liquid Bible basher. You’d do better for the tarnished majority if you unpacked your...
parody boy's plastic knuckles or frankie drowns in...
Klepto-infant disguised as a thug; false representation, the pill bottle bug.
Vaccuous victim, your stitches are ready. You’ve sparked the ignition to a powerful vehicle but never learned how to back it up. Misguided haymakers to quell outgrown angst and the pillows punch back. We’ve tasted the rotten grapes you’ve stomped into submission; that one was a great year.
Immature...
i love the way she seethes.
Viral Plagiarism
Part 1: Sgt. Perfection’s Broken Records Club Bandwagon
Attention: pop-culture leviathan, the mail’s arrived and your Messiah’s in. Counteracting the side effects opf a stereotype is messy work (someone’s gotta do it.)
Limelight minimarts with a mop bucket blocking every isle. I kicked off the New Year by making a fool of the freeway, fueled on caffeine,...
April 2010
5 posts
You're Out of Sight, I'm Out of My Mind
Little Ms. Ironic didn’t mention that life also has a funny way of idling through the chaos like an awkward bystander at a family dinner gone dysfunctional. I’ve always prided myself on seeing through the false visage of sincerity… when the fuck did you become so opaque? You’re a black ink disaster at the glass factory. I can read you like braille.
The next time you make...
New Wave Road Scholar
Attention: pop-culture leviathan, the mail’s arrived and your Messiah’s in.
Counteracting the side effects of a stereotype is messy work.
Limelight minimarts with a mop bucket blocking every isle.
I kicked off the New Year by making a fool of the freeway, fueled on caffiene, wi-fi and broken dreams. From oranges back to apples, relocated malevolence situated in a junkie’s...
Keep ‘em up, I’ll be right there. <3
I have the coolest mother ever.
(concerning a Facebook comment)
Mom: Your drinking has me a bit concerned
Michael: what drinking?
Michael: I had like, a beer last night
Mom: Grape Ape?
Michael: that’s a type of marijuana, mother
Mom: oh ok…bfn Love you!
Michael: lmao you too.
<3
I wish I knew what to tell you at this point… Hell, I wish I knew what to tell myself. These days the pauses dominate our dialog. Lately it’s all been static, like a channel I’ve been forbidden access to. Your plot has been all but clear, ask the critics. They’ll tell you that you were destined for exclusive viewing. I guess I just don’t have the credentials to stay a...
March 2010
15 posts
A Little Bit Darker Now (the right place at the...
That first tear rolled down like a drop of wine along the neck of the bottle, completely out of place. I wanted to be the cocktail napkin to your alcoholic mishap, to clean up a mess so carelessly made. Instead, I just sat there and did what anyone else would do. I’ll need stitches for how hard I bit my tongue and maintained the decency of the third party. I want you to know that I wanted to...
Constellation Dancer
Come with me. I see the way you’re allowing intrusion, matched but not quite complete. This red room is no place for cliché storybook villains. Life is more than that, and you’re of more value. You’re a newborn breaking through organic barriers… how could you have known there was another world out here? I can’t blame you. I’ll name every one of those stars after you, and no registry can tell...
Unsteady Velocity or The Way Salt Stings
Personally, I’m fed up with seeing that hand empty. I used to draw your name on the palm of it with my thumb but I don’t think you noticed. I blame cinema.
You don’t have to feel the awful way you do but you’re a sick patient denying the cure. You’re a one in a million case and I don’t feel like sifting through that many medical records. I have the elixir but...
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahpalahniuk) (via iwasiwasiwas) (via heyjaimie)
an answer to the asterisk
Regardless, you’re the kind of person I want, and more so need. Time has a way of healing things, whether hindering identity or emotions, but nothing will heal what I can’t perceive as a wound. This bleeding is welcome, and for the record, I’ve never seen a mess I couldn’t clean up.
Don’t forget that saying nothing sometimes says it all. I take everything you speak to heart, even when it’s...
Not Hardly Alice
One day I’d imagine she’ll know what she wants. Until then, I’ll probably be here where she left me, wondering what to do with myself. Two good runs, if short in duration, were enough to convince me that things could really start to look up, but the scenes keep getting cut short and forgotten. What’s compassion when you can have fickleness in an equal amount? At least...
Minions Version 2.0: Metal Jaws Clenched
Looks of despair and remorse, the salty conclusion to infatuation-induced heart surgery; that’s what she thirsted for. To pierce ventricle and atrium as hers had been so awfully violated, streaking her path a wispy, milky red; spirals like tropical storms twisting a pallet of emotions to a sad pinkish-gray.
I remember there was screaming and laughter at the same time, and it sounded...
fall of the starbucks sweethearts (it was dumb...
Now that she’s out of my head for good, I can post this. Rock on.This is a piece intended to be rapped to a rather dark beat, and I just never got around to it because I’m a loser and I don’t have any friends who make beats. HAH.It’s about a girl that I don’t much care for anymore, but I’m really proud of the work and didn’t want to post it until it didn’t mean anything to me anymore. Enjoy.
(if...
Psychosis is Bliss
Maybe it’s just a phase. But how could it be? Sensations of permanence and an obvious progression of symptoms beg to differ. Dreamscapes seem to expand and vividness accelerates to the unbearable speed of technicolor, while the corners of my eyes drool the smoke of friction. Lately, morning light only seems to give way to what I can’t stand; an understanding of the factual world, and...
No Prey for the Haunted
At long last, you’ve replaced the brown-eyed demon in my dreams, only this new landscape seems dreadfully familiar. I navigate by landmarks and I’m certain I’ve been at this road block before, but now there are no detours in sight and I’m running out of fuel. These dreams don’t hold filling stations or rest stops; the only option is forward, despite both legs being...
someday, someone will notice something.
Easy now, child. Uncontrollable circumstances have been set in place to guide your trajectory. Even those times that seem unfortunate can contribute to a greater purpose. Fate’s got a funny way of keeping you down, but building from the ground up always worked before.
The road to Hell was paved with good intentions and I’m still here, burning. Rope ladders turn to ash. Supposed...
February 2010
2 posts
neverglades
My apologies, paradise, but the cogs started grinding years ago and it wouldn’t be long before I shifted into my own slot. That’s how the mighty machine was built to work; synapses may pass each other by, but no lasting connection can be made. We have no time for common mingling and conversation. There’s work to be done.
Like a puzzle putting itself back together, the pieces...
long island siren
You covered your eyes in apparent shame, staking false claims of mediocrity. The screen flashed in color what I dreamed in black and white. I just bit my tongue and laid my head down.
I thought it sounded better that way.