Showing posts with label i gotta get out of here. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i gotta get out of here. Show all posts

Friday, May 10, 2013

class markers for millenials

nothin's good er bad
but thinkin makes it so
there's only interesting
and not interesting
and other people will let you know

(i gotta say ur dang writing and dang self got me through a weirdo time in my life so im doing 4 u a thing the only thing i know how 2 do im making u a lil mixtape for better feelings stay strong james i believe in u okay i'll write ur dang wikipedia article myself)

erry sad baby insists on being a rat, a pile of laundry, a robot, a demon
christ, timmy and alexandra
"the children appear to her to be depressive realists, not idealizing, for the most part, their parents' struggles or modes of survival while at the same time feeling protective of them for their ordinariness of their social humiliation"
pierre lauren hideki leelo buzz
hanging out with garbage

andi'mnotsaying
I AM NOT SAYING
anyone has it harder that anyone else
just that this is new
like a NEW new
that feeling crawling up n up n up
til there's only like three heiresses and a movie star
that aren't flinging themselves against each other to hope something will stick

this     is     all     just    fine
the moving the roaring the calling out
but i don't know what's poison anymore

Monday, March 18, 2013

all i know is this
men so desperately want access to feminity

not your friends, not your drag queens or your good men
or your neither-category-no-need-to-tick-boxes besties
no of course not (though good men, be warned)
i'm talkin the weaving bro flailing past you on halloween
your father when he was in college
the road trip companions once they've reached the secluded cottage

they want it so bad

they want it so bad
they get drunk and put on their friends' skirts
at a house party
and somebody calls them a fag
and they play it up real good and pout and simper
everybody laughs like it's fucking funny

i bet they feel dangerous
they want in on the deal
to feel tall and teetering and animal
to present all wispy hair tendrils and then bear their teeth
i bet they'd want to bleed down their legs permanently
til the skin turns red forever

they laugh like it's fucking funny
and it's not and they know it
don't you always want to become what you're scared of?