February 2012
13 posts
I would very much like to lock myself in a room with a typewriter for three months and subsist only on apples and the the faint sound of Al Green records just to see what might come out of me.
Demons, I suppose, but they say that solitude does wonders for the creative process. As it stands now I am caught stoic between boredom and what feels like a depression designed by Rube Goldberg....
dreamnoises:
two four, two four. i’m twenty four so another year has been left behind & another year lays ahead. tonight we’ll eat, drink, & be merry young cannibals & tomorrow i’ll work on writing a new year into existence. i’m heavy with love to the point of distraction.
Happy Birthday, my dear. I hope it is a good one.
“Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public...”
– Cyril Connolly
How do you express emotions like “Please, talk to me?” Instead, you curl up under a blanket on the couch and close your eyes and breathe through your mouth and repeat the words over and over in your head.
“Dialysis. Dialysis. Dialysis.” You’re voice is under water and it sounds inhuman, robotic, cruel.
Repeat the words again until they lose their meaning so that...
Most ExeRent bRog: My muse is not a horse →
mostexerent:
In 1996, following the success of his band’s ninth studio album, Murder Ballads, word reached Nick Cave that he had been nominated for an MTV Award, as Best Male Artist. That nomination was soon withdrawn, however, as a result of the following rejection letter…
Fuck yes.
Ben Does Life.: One of the most popular emails I... →
bendoeslife:
“I’m stuck. I know I need to turn my life around but I have no motivation. Have you ever been stuck? What’s your advice?”
And the truth is, I was stuck for the first 22 years of my life. It’s always there; you know you need to do something, but you don’t. It’s overwhelming to even think…
Somehow, this is exactly what I needed today. Thanks.
I miss Jorjia.
To siphon down the regimen of hard and fast, suck serum from my fingertips, let the yellows and blues lead a coma into the night where tepid becomes torrent and false becomes phallus. You and I both encumbered, leaving brief by sea side known, I ache to uphold you, I live to see the blood under fingertips and knuckles. Save the evening, box the champion, let the courage of your teetering breath...
You just wait, little fish, your scars carving epithets on the Madagascar morning; just wait, and the feral means of a posthumous love will take their toll; spoil the scarcarphogas, light the morning star into fettering oblivion.
back left litz: The great irony of being a teenage... →
backleftlitz:
The great irony of being a teenage Hold Steady fan was that these songs that glamorized being young and prone to fucking up/getting fucked up were being sung in retrospect, by a dude already well into his 30s. We were hearing our lives reflected back to us, down there in the pit; he was telling…
As a Hold Steady fan, I think you nailed it.
January 2012
35 posts
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t as fascinated by the female species as I am. Each one of them is so different. I love it. Girls, women, females, fuck man, just fuck. It’s like sensory overload.
#pretending-that-my-writing-on-tumblr-matters.
Get off your ass and edit both of your novels, retard. You, myth boy, I’m talking to you.
“Thunk. THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK. Thunk. THUNK. THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m playing my game.”
I glance at the clock. 3:31am. My right arm is numb to the shoulder, and my hand feels like a lifeless piece of swollen meat. I shake it and hold it below my waist and shake it again and the feeling starts to return....
Lack of words. Driving me mad. Frank Ocean. Sleep elusive. Steel behind my eyes and a hard rain is just what we need. Kill or be killed. Drugs for the droogs. Fingers on lock-down. I can’t even rap. My flow inter-ruptured. Stoic with static. Brushfires and barricades. Let your hair down. Be a beast. Carnal juke, fatal grue, It’s all mystic. Editing with the lights out; dreaming in the...
“A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.”
– Lana Turner (via infatuati)
Agreed.
GAWS: I FOUND ICE CUBES 'GOOD DAY' →
murkavenue:
CLUE 1: “went to short dogs house, they was watching Yo MTV RAPS” Yo MTV RAPS first aired: Aug 6th 1988 CLUE 2: Ice Cubes single “today was a good day” released on: Feb 23 1993 CLUE 3: ”The Lakers beat the Super Sonics” Dates between Yo MTV Raps air date AUGUST 6…
Church.
I just wrote a seven paragraph diatribe on why I hate the terms “slut-shaming,” and “vilification.” Then I realized that I don’t really give a fuck, save for the fact that the terms are linguistically offensive. So is the word “tasty.”
And then I thought: A woman’s vagina is none of my business unless I’m inside of it.
Maybe I’ll...
Sunday
On Sunday, I arose early as I sometimes do, and quietly dressed. It was unusually warm, so I kicked open the screen door to the back porch and let a shallow breeze fill the room as I made coffee. Outside, the morning rain sounded like a million tiny matchsticks all being struck in quick succession. There were wet patches on the sidewalk and a thin film of water left a picnic bench with a noble...
It’s the little things that make you realize how screwed up you really are. You’re awake. Held hostage in an airport bathroom where the smell of someone else’s shit is both sickening and strangely intimate. It’s those bathrooms where the tiles are colored mustard yellow, or spearmint green, or chalk, or butterscotch, or any other number of colors named after food items. No...
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That sinking feeling when you realize that you’ve sent someone you respect a message using “your” instead of “you’re.”
And you call yourself a writer. You fucking hack.
burmesejorjiapits asked: I never did get a letter...
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December 2011
34 posts
For Holly, Who Sewed Patches To My Knees
You almost wrecked my car
But we stopped in time in a bowl of black asphalt
Laughing at the look on each other’s faces
And when we finally stopped
You kissed me and opened the door
And I drove us both home