December 2011
1 post
November 2011
3 posts
October 2011
1 post
It's Been Awhile
Fuck all of y’all.
July 2011
3 posts
Fear flows like,
Sweet drops on the tongue,
Of enemies emboldened,
Love smells of,
Soap from Nablus,
Cleansing old souls,
Joy tastes of,
Sweet honey in the hearts of,
Optimistic fools,
Hatred resembles,
A haggard old man,
Bent by ancient years,
My thoughts are dancing shadows,
Flitting and darting,
Some beautiful,
Many hideous,
Monstrous fears,
Meager hopes,
Infinite doubts,
But one grand...
God Is Asleep
Bhottisava, Vision, Lord, Thoughts, Weeping, Perish,
The whirling of mystics and utterance of figments,
The bastardry of perception, swirling wildly,
Gaiety in illusion and bliss in unknowing, smoldered wounds for eyes,
Glittering eyes silenced by passionate lies, and hellish whispers,
Promises unkept clung to by indoctrinated adherents,
Twisted bodies warping in the hazy heat of war,
...
June 2011
2 posts
Humiliated Fiend
Sweet nothings flowed from her pursed lips,
Kindness pooled at the corner of her smile,
Compassion traced the creases,
I fell on my knees, jaws agape,
Just to get a taste of…
Honey dripping from her mouth.
April 2011
6 posts
Of Note
It’s really tough trying to explain to your girlfriend that you don’t want a highly sexual relationship, and not make her feel hideous. Of note.
February 2011
29 posts
Shutup
The cat won’t stop meowing. Time to kill it.
Jazz Party
I don’t know if my company is coming over or not, but I just wanted to hold a minor listening party for exotic 60’s-70’s jazz and soul singles. Cigarettes are welcome, but mostly this is a pretense for securing an awkward blowjob in one of my many bathrooms. YET AGAIN. Then we can listen to hip-hop, but only the good shit.
mounika asked: Well, I take that as a compliment. Thank you. :)
The Grand Decline
I cannot hold back my obscene thoughts. My Tumblr will now become what my Facebook was.
It begins: Hardest part about being a man? My dick.
Chairman Meow
We have a new resident in our home. A very fat, very black, incredibly cute cat named Buddha. He’s so fat. Seriously. He is a very fat cat. Fatty fat fat.
Anti-Internet
Perhaps what is happening, is that I am slowly becoming anti-Internet. I destroyed my Facebook, then my personal Twitter, and now I can’t even bear Tumblr. I’m not even 25 yet and I am turning into a curmudgeon. Ah well.
I Hate Tumblr
I just realized that I hate Tumblr. I will delete this in a week. It has devolved into a vapid forum for teenage girls to spew emotion and tits all across the internet.
goldilocksnobears asked: You weren't mad, but I damn sure was. Lol, have you moved our relationship to Tumblr now and abandoned the Book?
Seriously
Never be mean to your mother.
I Pray For Solitude
All I’ve ever wanted to do was work in a cubicle. My dreams never come true.
Late Night Frights
Ignoble youths,
Uncouth lads laced in morning glory.
Smouldering haughtiness hung limp from crass lips,
Wondrous dastards, affronts to bastardry,
Mohammedan visions shrouded in perdition,
Damnable, ignorant, unglamorous monstrosities,
Jaws agape, bearing scattered teeth,
Apen smiles adorn those sad shards,
Damn their smiling.
North Africa
It’s nice that people care about the plight of Berber’s and Arabs only when the television tells them to care. You don’t speak a single word of Tamazight. You can’t spell Imazighen, and you couldn’t tell the difference between a Rif and a Kabylie. Yet I do welcome your slacktivism, as I am sure my brothers’ suffering is eased by your half-hearted concerns. This...
Publishing
I’m quite lazy. Can someone please consolidate the best of my writings here into a meaningful collective? Thanks in advance.
I'm Not Dead Yet.
I deleted Facebook, but don’t worry, I didn’t kill myself. I have a cellphone. You may call. Perhaps using Charles Mingus’s “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat”, afixed to a somewhat maudlin and grossly sentimental farewell piece may have been a bit much. I apologize. Again, I didn’t end myself. Contact me anytime.
Something
Sometimes, I have overwhelming moments, where I contemplate the nature of knowledge and its burden, and the weight is heavy, and lo and behold, all of the beauty of the world unfolds before me like a jewel, and infinity laughs at my iniquity, and mocking me, in that soft, quiet voice the Universe so often loves to speak in, saying, “Oh child, hopeless child, you are but an inexistence, less...
Meu Nome E
Gilbert Morgan.
Thus Fell Silent Zarathustra
In the future tongues shall spew forth,
ignoble soliloquies dedicated to vile self-worship,
preaching a new age of half-hearted wonderments.
Piracy shall be praised as originality,
and dung smeared canvases, the new Picassos bred by deformed Warhols and mutilated Basquiats, shall be hailed the greatest of works!
—Let us read from the New Scriptures these hallowed commandments!
1. Thou shalt...
January 2011
1 post
Candor
So I can post from my mobile phone now. I suppose that this is the future. Confound the future, it vexes me so!
December 2010
6 posts
Visceral Animal →
Graphic designer or god?
