February 2012
36 posts
My Set From The Beltway Feature Last November. →
I am a dead man. A shell game between flesh and the divine. My body, once a happy home. Is an urn. A storefront of worthless antiques. My body is a corpse. Envious of the soul racing between it’s bars. The hasty milk of you, seeping into the night like the innocent man convicted of someone elses sins.
If you can see this pt 2
I just saw Lucy.
swinters:
brianomnidillon:
swinters:
Anyone who tries to say that they don’t feel at least the tiniest twinge of sadness that no one will be gifting them chocolates and champagne (and then fucking them) today is a liar.
one day, this woman will bear my children.
Would now be the right time to tell you I don’t ever want to have kids?
one day, this woman will write songs about all the...
swinters:
Anyone who tries to say that they don’t feel at least the tiniest twinge of sadness that no one will be gifting them chocolates and champagne (and then fucking them) today is a liar.
one day, this woman will bear my children.
mini-tour next week
Chicago, IL (w/ Sierra DeMulder) Cole’s Bar 2338 North Milwaukee Avenue
Pittsburgh, PA (Shadow Lounge, 5972 Baum Blvd)
Oberlin College, OH (135 W Lorain St Oberlin, OH 44074)
Indianapolis, IN
if you are any of those places. come play.
twenty four hours.
Chapter 3
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Thomas Jones was an absolutely unremarkable human being. His life had been a series of failures wrapped like bad beans and limp wet lettuce in the soft corn tortilla of occasional middle-management responsibilities. He ran fast-food restaurants with casual aplomb and got fat on cheeseburgers. He masterfully assisted in the management of convenience stores slash pharmacies and got high on...
“I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like...”
– MJK
I have long since stopped speaking your name aloud The space you occupied is a ghetto now A ghost town, hollowed in the ball of my shoulder. I buried the last physical tokens of your time on earth in a New Mexican dessert. At first, like a righteous magic I refuse the moments existence Knocking into the halls of my neck the single ceaseless bass beat of the empty room. All the poems about how the...
every morning
i write you a letter that i never send
and every morning
i try to make those letters smaller.
I am now well into the second half of my...
fortsandpants:
and, sitting on the couch the other night, i realized…
that it isn’t normal for the roof of your mouth to itch while eating walnuts
that is a called an ALLERGY
I have been snacking on walnuts since my childhood. i remember cracking open the shells and trying to crack it perfectly to best keep the nuts in one piece.
i always thought the itching was just part of the taste.
...
Moose Knuckles: #2: A special birthday... →
themagpierebellion:
Jackie woke up on the morning of her 16th birthday
Jackie yawned, and inhaled the weight of the rest of her life, one year briefer,
Jackie gasped as it crushed her
Jackie brushed her teeth with a grimace
Jackie hates mint
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Jackie walked around thinking about what it meant to be 16
awesome.
“The world isnt all poetry and feelings bud, cant wait til that hits you in your...”
– The author of the previous post, to me, moments ago. I swear you guys, he’s an actual homo sapien. Can you believe it?
THIS IS FUCKING GROSS
“I’m fedup.Done. Finished. I always hear stories about girls not being able to trust guys because they cheated, or treated them bad, or hit them. I always hear stories of girls saying they just don’t want to be with guys because of past relationship. Say that you are waiting for a good guy etc. But why the fuck when you get a good GREAT guy you ignore him, call him your best...
someone please help me with this idiot on facebook.
“If there is a wrong way to start the day it’s got to be watching an eighty-seven...”
– Eat the Rich by Brian Dillon (brianomnidillon.tumblr.com)
HA! awesome!
Chapter 2
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David’s face was so deep in his pillow that the great cotton poofs swaddling each side of his head made it look like he was performing oral sex on an angel. David had terrible sleep apnea. But unlike most sufferer’s David didn’t just stop breathing in his sleep. He appeared to be attempting to outright suffocate himself by force.
It was nearly noon when he leaned up in his sprawling bed,...
