California is a morally bankrupt wasteland. Novel...
We’ve arrived in San Diego after spending the last eight days making our way through California, ten shows in eight days is quite the fucking drain and tonight will be number eleven. After this one its back on the 15 and on towards Vegas where a few old friends and a desperately needed rest await. We’ve been on the road somewhere around three months now and I feel more disgusting than ever....
This is how relationships work
I am angry with you but I am not going to tell you why. Instead I will just be mostly unresponsive and at times flat out mean to you when you try to talk to me. Once you realize that I am angry and you begin your attempts to figure out why I will refuse to discuss it in a civil and mature manner, I will instead respond with sarcastic and rude remarks. The problem is that I am feeling unwanted....
Why are all your self published books so huge and...
Put some effort into it. ALSO I’m not paying for a book that has been stapled together. Also stop wasting so much paper.
I am much too good looking to be this poor.
Dragged out, face down. Sleep from sun up to sun down Living a life far too loud. I am destined for so much more. Nights spent wasted Wasting away All my best memories are a drunken haze Frequent black outs are a sign of Alcoholism. Last chance for romance But I don’t want it I just wanna dance. No responsibilities No regrets Cheap whiskey and cheaper cigarettes. Eventually...
The Prince of Party is killing me
If you have to do it to feel normal It is no longer a hobby but an addiction When you realize you no longer enjoy the way you act but don’t stop acting You’ve become typecast and its time to move on Dont turn yourself into Mark Hamill A one trick pony who peaked too early I take a few drinks before I leave the house to keep my hands from shaking I adjust the bandannas in my back pocket Slip into...
The day had turned from bright and breezy to dark and dreary as Jason made his way further up the mountain. The higher he climbed the denser the trees seemed to grow, to the point where he could barely make out the sun above him. The rays of light struggled to break through the canopy and what little managed to reach the forest floor wasn’t doing much to light his path. He had set out a bit...
Sometimes I read things that I wrote a few months...
And I can’t figure out where they came from. I can’t figure out what inspired some of these things. But as I am reading them, there is always one recurring thought. God damn, I am a great fucking writer.
It never feels as good the second time
The apprehension, the curiosity, the adrenaline, the anticipation. The building and building excitement that starts deep inside of you and slowly takes over your entire body until you feel it oozing out of your every pore, shaking your body from fingers to toes, clouding your judgement and blurring your thoughts. Your heart beats steadily but stronger than normal, then frantic and rampant then...
What horrors have you unleashed
All the magic in the world can not rewrite history. All the love in your heart can not save you from the truth. All the joy in the laughter of all the small children playing the favorite games of their youth can not bring back what they have taken from you. There will be no absolution. A time will come in the very near future when you have a chance to make a stand, you will be given a choice. ...
Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care...– Marcus Aurelius
Youve opened up your eyes, to see the same old things Youll open up your mind, but wont change the way you think youre stuck in a rut, hopin for a change But everywhere you look, you see the same face Thought you could run and leave it all behind Find a new town, maybe start a new life but now that youre gone, you see the real truth Every where you go, Im right there with you Im just a ghost in...
I want to create a new world
I want to start a revolution. I will use my voice to incite the change I think necessary. I will use my words to fill the hearts of all the lonely lovers and long lost friends. I will create a world in which we all live on love. Though one must wonder, with a new world and all the problems of the old solved, is it a blissful paradise we will find or will it simply lead to new problems? I want...
Being interviewed on the radio tomorrow
To talk about all the big events coming up in the next couple of months. Wonder how much rude stuff I should say
Deus Ex Machina
“God out of the machine” is a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem is suddenly and abruptly solved with the contrived and unexpected intervention of some new event, character, ability, or object.
To create an escape
Does anything really have to end? Or can we simply pause life and exist between those frozen moments. Are we free to live as if no one else matters? You and I existing in the stolen seconds that others never live. Your smile will freeze time and I will live inside your eyes as long as you promise not to blink me away. I’ve survived this long on interior monologue, narrating my life...
Do you feel an unexplainable yet significant attachment or longing? Do you feel a weight that sets upon your chest and rests in your lungs? A sudden heaviness of the heart, a contortion of the stomach? Or is it the understanding of a risk to be left flat and lifeless, wanting that which so recently had inflated you allowing you to float without restraint?
Deus Ex Machina
It is a strange feeling, to be listening but not hearing. The lips move but the only sounds are those in my own head. My own thoughts were always more important than what others had to say and never would they stray too far from her. Lost in memories, recollections, hopes we had shared. There is an art to losing ones self inside the past, avoiding the future and putting off the present....
titlenotfound replied to your photo Is it true that artists benefit more from shows than from record sales? Absolutely. The vast majority of bands with record deals, independent or major, see very little money from record sales. On average, if a CD costs 15 dollars, the band might see 25 cents per sale. Bands also have to pay back almost all money they get from labels for recording...
Lost in necropolis
Thick with dread the air surrounds us Wading through the frigid night we venture onward and upward in search of hope hope for a way home. The wind howls and demons scream From atop a distant mountain an evil eye gleams The tension is obvious The morbid fear is suffocating Dead arms rise from graves catching boot heels and ankles threatening to pull us into the abyss Do not look...
My brain refuses to work properly
My brain refuses to work properly my brain refuses to work properly I wish I could afford to go to the doctor. How do people deal with this being sick thing? I don’t understand how it works. Everyone loves Raymond is a stupid show. Open your mouth I have a package to deliver.
"The wikipedia blackout presents a horrifying...
So I guess people forgot about books?
I know why so many people are afraid to die
Its because they never lived.
Too many naked teenagers
This isn’t punk rock its a god damn fashion scene and these days glamour is a disease but we’re all sharing needles so say goodbye to exclusivity tight jeans and short skirts long hair and false words. Skip the line and show me what you’ve got Forget the front door meet me in the parking lot We’re all on the list No one paid. And no one plays We just all...
The contents of my bookshelf tell me that you are...
The contents of your brain tell me that you are not a thinker The contents of your heart tell me that you are not a lover The contents of your guts tell me that you are not a fighter. What does the invisible man see when he looks in the mirror? A fraud.
This world is nothing more than a vacant grave
Aching to be filled. So grab your shovels and start digging. We have to fill the holes before we fall in watch your step watch your neck watch your back or end up dead in over your head. You’re in over your head.
They should start teaching calligraphy in its...
There was absolutely no reason at all to ever...
Come to Vivaritos tonight for a small sampling of my prose and verse it will not be rehearsed but I can promise you I am well versed in literacy and lyrics you see and honestly everything I say will mean something to me, I can not compete with gangsta emmcees I am just a white kid with a suburban disease. I suffer from delusions of grandeur and impossible dreams. I will do what I can to open...
Sometimes I sit here
Staring but not really seeing I am most certainly living but hardly breathing My mind is twisting and turning But I’m not thinking and I am certainly not learning My creativity is not persisting I am not creating I am just existing I am focused on nothing of significance My mind is not aware of its potential magnificence because in this moment of moments I have but one task...
Things you should buy me for my birthday because I...
Alexander Berkman - what is anarchism Ray Bradbury - fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury - the martian chronicles William S. Burroughs - cities of the red night William S. Burroughs - exterminator William S. Burroughs - naked lunch William S. Burroughs - the place of dead roads William S. Burroughs - the soft machine William S. Burroughs - the ticket that exploded William S. Burroughs - the wild boys...
She had always wondered
As she lay in bed examining her thoughts only one seemed to cut through the mess and stress of a long week. It was desire. Her desire for him. The one she wouldn’t let herself have. He was crass, vulgar, aggressive, cocky and antagonistic. She was shy, gentle, reserved, passive and polite. But she couldn’t help the way she felt. She couldn’t stop his face from popping into her mind. And...
Pardon my lack of pretense
Please forgive my penchant for purity. I have always preferred to allow plain passion to speak without attempts at profound pontificating. I need not grand illusions nor elaborate deceptions but simply an idea a feeling a hope And though my talents would allow me to say I love you in a million different ways There is much truth to be found in the old adage A rose by any other name would...
A death sentence
I’ve been sitting here for the past ten minutes or so; letting my eyes wander around the room in search of some sort of inspiration a metaphor perhaps Something to get my fingers working and to put words to the page But perhaps my lack of motivation is the best metaphor to use I’m out of ideas I’ve painted myself into a corner I’m at the end of my rope The well has...
I wish I could explain to you
How terribly fucked up and strange my life actually is. Sometimes I feel as if I am running out of time. I don’t feel any closer to achieving any of the dreams I’ve spent so long chasing. Sometimes I think I’ve accomplished nothing. I don’t fit into the mold society requires of me. I don’t know if I will ever be able to live a normal life. I am almost certain...
I saw a church sign last night that read
Abortions were legal under Hitler, unless it was a perfect Aryan baby. Think about it. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? If you get an abortion you’re a nazi? If you find out your child will be born with birth defects and thus get an abortion, you’re a nazi? Church people are fucked up.
I feel really bad for people who think tumblr is...
Or the type of people who say things like “My real friends are on tumblr” “facebook is for people you know, tumblr is for people you wish you knew” “Tumblr is where I get to be myself” Here is another life lesson from Justin Poole If you have ever thought one of these things or anything similar, you’re probably a fucking weirdo loser and that is why...
Haha. Some dumb broad on Facebook just deleted me
She posted “If she isn’t watching Jersey Shore, shes too young for you bro” to which I responded If she is watching Jersey Shore, shes too dumb for me. I win. You’re a fucking moron if you watch that show. Nickelback theory all the way.
Not all those who wander are lost.– J.R.R. Tolkien (via theloveofliterature)
Even the poor can love
That is one thing privilege can not take away from you. We all have the right to love. And love will lead you to greater riches than money could ever afford.
In the blink of an eye
2012 Oakridge Drive, the third entirely average house on the left, in which a inconsequential boy lives out his mundane life. We will call him George but his name doesn’t really matter because George will be gone soon. At precisely 6:40 am George exits the shower and gets dressed. He puts on his black slacks, his black belt, his black shoes and his white shirt. He slips his previously...
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Typewriter Erotica Part Seven
He came to on the bathroom floor, his head throbbing and his mouth dry. The room smelled of vomit and blood. He staggered to his feet and turned on the faucet, the water spit and sputtered and ran slightly brown. It was a familiar sight but this morning it turned his stomach like never before. He turned and puked into the trashcan between the sink and toilet. It felt as if his insides were on...
I wish things were not as they are
But they are how they are and we are who we are and if we’re being entirely honest We both knew it couldn’t last. So please take off your smile and speak to me true I do not require your softness I am not in awe of you. Life is long enough to at least learn a few lessons And I hope I taught you well. If you take anything from me let it be this The world is a vampire It...
I am not so callous after all
The winter chill has invaded my body and settled in my bones My defenses were not strong enough and like a conquering hero frost has traveled up my veins as if on boats by sea I have no fight left and I surrender to the storm like a calm which has overtaken me I am at peace in my knowledge of loneliness Knowing enough to know I am truly alone I wish for a fire to warm my hands For a...
I can't write poetry these days
Perhaps it is because I keep trying I tell myself “Today you will write a poem” But I haven’t a clue as to what I will say. Maybe I should give up poetry and stick to horror and fantasy My mind is filled with terrible things and I am always seeking an escape So the genres seem fitting.
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights...– J.R.R. Tolkien
It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us...– J.R.R. Tolkien