I want to write words that move like a bass line smoothes out a slow song. I want this thing to beat your bones like it was a fucking kick drum. Like buh-dum dum dum. Can you feel it bumping yet? Like a song that you loved but forgot about until just now. These words…
I want to paint these words on my wall, so that maybe they’ll last forever, or last until the walls fall, like in a storm, or a fire, or some shit like that. Or maybe I should tattoo them on my skin, because tattoos are forever. Well, I guess, until the skin wears thin and…
Thoughts During Writer’s Block, pt. 2
It would be easy to give up, and give in, and put on one of those dumb fucking suits. Everyone else does it. I could do it too. Punch in. Punch out. No problem. I just can’t help but wonder what would happen to these words, and to the words that I could have written…
Thoughts During Writer’s Block, pt. 1
I want to take a shower and start over. Not with this, but in general. I’d like to go back to school and figure out what my life should look like – what it could look like – if I wasn’t so worried about writing all this bullshit. I could probably get a good job…
I spendso much timein these wordsthat it’sthe worldthat starts tosounds likefiction,and it’s thevoices inmy headthat Ilisten to.And theytell me tostay here.
It’s snowing sideways. Heavy wind. I’m high as shit and I think that I’m going to hit a patch of ice and lose control of the car, and crash, and die. I see myself lying over my steering wheel, head through the windshield. Bloody. Broken. Fuck, I think, I wish it was sunny and warm…
These red eyes are nothing but a way to hide from everything that I don’t want to see clearly. Nothing but a diguise, like a mask or some shit. And I like it that way.
Shapes and Lines
I don’t wear glasses. My vision is good. But I have been seeing Things kinda funny Through these red-x lenses. It’s all shapes and Lines that bend, And objects that Don’t make any sense. Sometimes it scares me But sometimes I love it, Just knowing that I Must be a squiggly mess Of shapes and…
Sometimes I just can’t write, Can’t think of anything. No ideas, None. Then I watch some porn and think, Ok, maybe I got one…