WWW I'm high on deadmau5, political rap & amateur poetryWWW by ~ctrl-4lt-d3l
The differing bass beats of three centuries and seven genres of musical expression pound through my veins simultaneously
I live for this feeling, an almost coding high, presumably induced by youtube videos and techno played through cheap speakers and people pouring their goddamned hearts out, each in their own way, just because they can't keep their joy contained. It's a fierce, cold, happy joy, which I hope everyone experiences, but something I believe is unique to those generations who have been lucky to experience the hivemind of the internet, because it's my way or GTFO
Fishing DrivingFishing by ~ctrl-4lt-d3l
Mile after mile
Cow after cow
Tree after tree
Five bucks
Grab poles
Find spot
Hook, bobber, bait
Lean back
Throw and press
Small speck over blue-green water
Hour after hour
Feeling nibble
Jerk
Reel and reel
Silver glint
Splish, splash
No bass
The Wave A waveThe Wave by ~ctrl-4lt-d3l
In and out
With the moon
A pattern
That changes, repeats
Every month
Every year
It hurtles onward
Headlong, focused, uncaring
Then,
Afraid of it's deed,
Rushes back
A never ending cycle
For eternity
A musicians dream
Eternal rhythm
Like the hearts
That beat
Above and below
The waves' eternal surfaces
Natural, soothing
Ferocious yet calm
A wave
In and out
With the moon
Recipe cooking up support is quite simpleRecipe by ~ctrl-4lt-d3l
first, take one spoonful of hate, and allow it to simmer
second, take the facts, and twist them
next, call up some old fears,
finally, add in a pinch of religious fervor for flavor
when this has fermented for four to eight years,
dish it out in appropriate quantities at your next election or campaign rally
he dreams he dreams about ice cream and cherries on tophe dreams by ~mistress-anagram
but no matter how much he pleads the ride refuses to stop
and his broken ankles stop him from chasing nightmares from his head
sometimes he wonders if he were not better off dead
he dreams about mice under the floorboards, crawling in his skin
running through his veins, he still doesn’t know where he’s been
or what he’s done, but he knows his father yells every night
and the cries of mother’s pain makes it not worth the fight
he dreams about leaving about starting new
but he’ll never have the courage to do what he must do
and he hides in his closet clutching at a
stop ruining autumn. listen:stop ruining autumn. by ~estallidos
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged
knows by now, I'm slowly going crazy trying to buy a pair of headphones, so I was wondering what ones you guys have? I want over-the-ear, 50$ is my absolute MAX and I'd prefer that they not be crazy colors.
Neutral 
I try.
Cool!!! I'm gonna get my license sometime soon... I may be convinced at some point to let some people ride with me after that. 
Sta.sh
llama 4 llama? 
