Monthly Archives: January 2014

R. Scott Bakker

Family: Those old clothes you hang onto in case you need to move, build a deck, or paint. 11 hours ago

Hypocrite: One wise enough to know that sayings like, ‘A man is only as good as his word,’ are exactly the kind of bullshit that pays. 1 day ago

Contradiction: The tendency of Not-A to forget that A is, like, so yesterday. 2 days ago

Formalism: What machinery looks like from the pretty, pretty inside. 3 days ago

Sports: The simulation of mortal struggle for the stimulation of actual heartbreak. 4 days ago

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R. Scott Bakker is my favorite writer. Ursula K. LeGuin is my second. I suggest you look up a way to get ahold of The Darkness That Comes Before, his first book. His series is worth the read. For my money he is the best writer in the english language today.

butterflies

tired. need to write. butterflies. 21 apostles. spirit.

signed up for rehab today. have to deliver presence. presents.

tired. need to work. play. 13 chorae. the whirlwind.

looking for my wife. can’t look, cause i have to heal first.
i thought she was my best friend, but my best friend is just that.
i bought her white fucking roses.

inward sneeze. you may have emailed me that one time. cause i’m a witch.
and you’re a witch. time to be sober. for a week. but i can smoke. good.

bored. alone. crazy crazy crazy. life is life. death is death. i get both.
not everyone gets both in the same way that i do. but my mother is proud.

lonely. looking for my wife. i have to give up and just get better. i am that i am.
at least we saved the bees.

Today, While Looking For You

i asked this girl out on a date

but she already has a boyfriend.

the super dykes want my balls in a vise, it seems.
‘Screw you!’ they say at me,
maybe only half in jest.

I don’t know what is gonna happen.
I don’t know what is gonna happen.
I don’t know. I just don’t.

Back, on that avenue, where i made a hell of a holy fucking bloodly mess
of everything
my dad could do nothing but stare at a pencil
so much did he want to kill me. Or something.

so, what is the point of all of this?
I have to die, for you all.
And i will. One way
or another. Rope
or Guillotine. And the brother, the ammar, says Rope.

Gimme the Future with a Modern Girl

    Gimme the Future with a Modern Girl

Wha?  …  Who?
Where are you?

I know the two people who i am
and the one persyn that i am
that no one else can be
but i still don’t know you…or
i don’t yet have you. So

reveal yourself, when we’re ready,
but love, don’t take your time. I need
to know you, to be with you
every minute of most days
especially the good ones.

Wha? … Who?
Who are you?