1. low stakes sexting
2. the rain the wind the snow and my ruddy cheeked genes don't make a good pair, i show up anyway
3. i have something to hide
4. early december, bus ride through indiana, i am scared of the man who talks to himself and mutters, "i been in the penitentiary most of ma life" and the municipal waste treatment plans don't seem beautiful to me and i know it's hilarious that i live in illinois but not in illionois, but at least i'm not claiming america looks like one place, you know?
5. my nail game/the best ass for twerking/my fuck-me face
6. my hand is on the seam-ripper
7. can you dj?
8. my whole body doesn't want me to say, my spine runs into a pin point and my veins push up to the surface of my skin and someone notices my hand shaking and maybe i need a beer before all of this, but i'm still saying it all anyway
9. still not dead yet
Showing posts with label anti hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anti hope. Show all posts
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, February 27, 2011
mochi pie in oven, CA
didnt know life could be like this in america.
places like this are what i thought i desired>>>>>
but no.
desire is taken at the instant i call it my own
then churned through THE MACHINE (a kind of joke) and
spit out charading as the same desire
but so different
now fetishized, aestheticized.
disambiguation has happened
and so has hollowness
desire is not being able to have exactly what you want.
the machine, or whatever we want to call it doesnt get that. better yet:
we dont get that
when we get what we want
we die:
our exact undreams stand erect as graves before our sleep is even over
but made of balsam wood and echoing no substance
tonight i am in california and am in the mood to think: no this is not what i have wanted.
i dont want anything anymore .
but by saying this i imply i want everything
genuine
intentional
and more
which just might happen by rejecting wanting in order to have and be
dunno
so, ill try and try again to take all i care for and choose my own movement
not the movement of the collective with all its trinkets and insignia
and lies like hope + mass awakening.
perhaps choose to be poor but rich.
choose how to be possible and why.
the sun will be out
and i might ask you
what do you care about ?
let's keep together
places like this are what i thought i desired>>>>>
but no.
desire is taken at the instant i call it my own
then churned through THE MACHINE (a kind of joke) and
spit out charading as the same desire
but so different
now fetishized, aestheticized.
disambiguation has happened
and so has hollowness
desire is not being able to have exactly what you want.
the machine, or whatever we want to call it doesnt get that. better yet:
we dont get that
when we get what we want
we die:
our exact undreams stand erect as graves before our sleep is even over
but made of balsam wood and echoing no substance
tonight i am in california and am in the mood to think: no this is not what i have wanted.
i dont want anything anymore .
but by saying this i imply i want everything
genuine
intentional
and more
which just might happen by rejecting wanting in order to have and be
dunno
so, ill try and try again to take all i care for and choose my own movement
not the movement of the collective with all its trinkets and insignia
and lies like hope + mass awakening.
perhaps choose to be poor but rich.
choose how to be possible and why.
the sun will be out
and i might ask you
what do you care about ?
let's keep together
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