The intensity of this feeling
I want to open my mouth and speak
To get it out of me
But every attempt fails

These words and notes and shapes will never impress on to you exactly how I feel exactly what I see

The grandeur and mania that is to be

ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy
oh how comely
come to me my love
rush; do not haste
there is absolutely absolute time we
must waste
absolute perfection we must face
on the doorstep of the absolute
do we pace

ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy
quick, so quick
rush in autumn rustling
my love - absolute
in the air; the flute

humansofnewyork:

“I was doing time for armed robbery when I found out that my daughter had been killed. Her and my son-in-law had been doing hallucinogens, and he was choking her because that is supposed to make a better orgasm, but he cut off her air too long and ended up killing her. Instead of calling the police, he sat on her body for three days then dumped it behind a 7-11. I was so angry when they called and told me, I pulled up a footlocker that was bolted to the ground. I’m skinny but I’m strong as hell. My wife couldn’t take it, and she OD’d. They found her in the bathroom with one hundred empty bags of heroin. She’d fallen in the bathtub and hit her head on the soap dish. When they called and told me that, I tried to hang myself with my bedsheets.”

"You know, things have been worse, I tell you what, like I always say, wear a hat today don’t tomorrow. I’m not a hat guy myself, but you might catch me with a hat on some days. Like I always says man, here today hat tomorrow aha. Right?"

My coffee was cold now, I didn’t want to take a sip lest I miss a single word he said. Not that I particularly gave a shit what he was going on about, hats or something. “Hats I say, hats!” But that the shape of his face and the contortions that flew by with every half syllable. It was brilliant. I heard the film crew in the background, you could hear their mesmerization at this performance. The audience applauded violently, hoorahs and hoorays. It was brilliant. Eyelids, mouth folds, tongue, spit, hand motions, the shifts in ear position, intermittent sips of whatever it was he was sipping on. “Hats I say, hats!”

MY MAN, BRILLIANT!

I stood up. I applauded. I cried. The orchestra swooned and swelled and the train whistle grew louder and the earth rumbled and the children shouted.

"Like I always says, you can wear a hat or you can’t. Me, myself, I’m not a hat guy. But you might see me with a nice hat some days."

I was sitting in the train car with my ear pressed against the window. I love how everything is amplified and the rattling of the train jostles my teeth and they buzz. I over heard the gentlemen and women discussing something a few rows ahead. Last quarters something buzzzz then she said buzzz and not only that but that buzzzz after market buzzz and buzzzzzzzzz and they all laughed. One of them sounded like a fucking walrus being operated on without any anesthetic and she let out a sigh and buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzz

They got off

Wake up cold dream cobs linger twilight twinkle residue of last year on the window ever green mist must remind empty mansion ice root vein on dead lusts hot water boil loose tea sugar stir stir stir swirl refractions and more ever green forever to seat toss blanket over head and breathe radiant heat tomorrow if only today I must 20 more pages tickle itch hand arm back neck eyelid twitch overburdened nervous system bitch stole all my money 30 years ago clock ticks pendulum machete 3 minutes burning yea sears sip sip sluuurrrp tomorrow 30 more pages billy and the bass line and the metatheatrical qualities and the metaphor for metaphor for this hit tea please don’t pull me out this womb work time to push peel please plow plod pee prove punish pen paper please and pay me thanks work work work work and now it’s over back to work work work and then a kiss work work only 700 more pages 3000 more lines ink blinds shades trees blinds something transmuted back to tea back to sleep twitch twitch tick tick bike twitch tremor pluck prove pluck play twitch work work work jaded joy bliss empty full half swollen stolen goods and then back to work work work

Fuck did I pay that guy back

Work tea twitch teams samsa have a nice day

Let it be known
There will forever be peace and love in this home
The windows will never seal so tightly that they can’t be opened
The doors will never creek
It will always be warm
You will always be warm
It shall always be warm

The flaws of my parents
Will be my child’s perfections
The flaws of my self will be my own
They will always be welcome
They will never be alone
You shall never be alone
I am forever in this home

Though the paint may crack and crumble
And the belly of the earth devour in grumbles
And the winters agonize in cold
The pains of living
Shall never outweigh the pain of fear
Oh my non existent love
There is nothing but love at home

eatsleepdraw:

jellyfish and lonelyness
karlotta freier
http://karlottafreier.tumblr.com

three blind men walk in to a bar
the first third and second say - get me a drink
the bartender gets them a drink
all three sit down
everyone stares
of course they don’t care - they’re blind
then as another patron walks in a loose gust of wind sneaks in
and all three blind men die

now they’re in heaven and their vision has been restored
all three look at each other for the first time

they’re all like; “damn nigga you ugly.”

the end

dylanevansdesign:

Almost kind of half way.

themorningnews:


Adapting to the urban jungle has made Rocky smarter.

The Intelligent Life of the City Raccoon

https://www.behance.net/vladimirsartdesign

His color palette…