Monday, June 18, 2007

upfuck forever

i don't need food; i need a belt. vault red blitz tastes like a berry of some sort shat in my mouth and set it on fire. a dream about reality is more frightening than my chicken ribs. moving fast and fucking up, putting on airs and adjusting to toxins. the longer i hold out the more it will mean when i collapse. no one makes sense, these songs aren't long enough, and i wonder if everyone else can see the veil over my eyes. i fully understand everything in the world and it just makes me bored and antsy. i want to give everyone cookies, but i can't muster the strength to go into the kitchen. making a hot dog is like giving birth, and there's no hospital in sight. sometimes i'm absolutely convinced that a few more decibels will cure me, one more chorus, that last drag. all i ever get is dizzy and tired. if you touch me i'll fall apart inside and shrug outside. i can remember anything i want by avoiding stagnation. WHATEVER.

i put colorful plastics on my bike. they rattle and glitter. fuck your austerity.

everyone needs to see 'winter passing' the movie. like, now.


Blogger Ryland said...

I'll second "winter passing."

and fucking austerity.

10:15 PM  
Blogger Ryland said...

also, everybody needs to see this most excellent music video:


10:28 PM  
Blogger Jonny said...

making a hot dog is like giving birth

I turned in that paper, and all I want to do is sleep, and leave work, and not do labwork, and, um, ya. I am having motivational issues.

<3 Jesse's posts.

1:33 PM  

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