#1
It's all I can hope for that he holds your hair back
as you puke in the bathrooms of all those
fucking dives he takes you to.

Drilling your body until it softens into glue.

Slow and smooth with no afterburn.

Rise up with fists baby and shoot the shit down.

Time and time again your fucker will travel 10
miles for decadence but not 10 seconds for compassion.
You really wouldn't have to worry baby.
I'd be the guess to that awful hunch if
you'd be my cast and crutch.

Vincenzo told me that there was a man who lived
outside of Cuyahoga Forest (or inside for all I know/care/shit) named
Guillephiepe (Gil-a-feep). He killed a Grizzly with the file on his
fingernail clippers. He relocated to Portland, Oregon afterwards
but the left the bear's body behind.
It now rests stuffed at the Country Cabin Steakhouse.
Stuffed, fucked, and shit-lucked.

Kay Kay told me about a nurse in Seattle with hot pink hair
and buttons strewn about her 1942 classic vintage WWII
uniform (she had it approved with corporate). They call her
Storybook because of her encyclopedic catalog of horrifying
ER stories.
She could suck snake poison out of anything.

They said that Jesus was black,
and the earth was created in seven days.

They say pimpin' ain't easy and pussy
ass niggas and pussy ass hoes can't hold
their rolls.
They say that Bermudas a man-eater-upper.
We're on our way.
To decipher shit from shit.
So we'll send postcards.

But we're almost close to Factotum.
We're screaming and hissy-fitting like characters from
an O'Rielly play.
And it happens when you're sitting there and you feel like
seven kinds of shit and everyone is writing in Cursive
and filling up their egotistical Radioheads while battling the
blood-thirsty Arctic Monkeys on top of Silver Mt. Zion -

- Then the mothership sucks you up and
you cross yourself thinking "Thank Christ!" and wherever
they're taking you, then there you are,
because that's where you're going.
Poor advice.
#2
It's great, I ever tell you what happened between me and becca? I don't know if you still hang out with her anymore, but we're like, sworn enemies.

I egged her apartment...like...last weekish, very liberating.

But yeah, it's been a crazy summer, we need to head to starbucks sometime or something, it sucks you live so far away though.
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#3
This is amazing. I don't like the "****er" in the "10 miles for decadence" part. I like the "10 miles bit"; just not the "****er". And the Cuyahoga Forest part should be (or inside, for all I care).

this is super rad dude. I dig 'er. I don't care if it's a song or a poem...it's f*ckin' amazing. I thought of my own tune to it and man, it flows like honey. haha. I'm gonna stop now before it seems like i'm being sarcastic. But it rocks bro. Extremely refreshing...I didn't see "blood" "death" or "agony" once.

P.S. Seems very Starting Line to me, that's gnarly.
#4
Quote by Something_Vague
It's great, I ever tell you what happened between me and becca? I don't know if you still hang out with her anymore, but we're like, sworn enemies.

I egged her apartment...like...last weekish, very liberating.

But yeah, it's been a crazy summer, we need to head to starbucks sometime or something, it sucks you live so far away though.


Yeah, becca always wants to hang out, but she lives so far away. I'd love to, but I don't have the time/gas for it. That does suck about what happened with you two. I won't ask what happened, as I'm sure I have no right being nosey.

Do you ever go to the Starbucks by the Dayton mall? I live 15 minutes from it now, and it's kind of my normal hang-out to write and ****. We'll hang there sometime.
Poor advice.
#7
Quote by Something_Vague
oh yeah man, this saturday were are you going to be?


probably there.
Poor advice.