January 2012
2 posts
Anonymous asked: would you ever maybe perhaps consider posting a text or video of that poem you used to perform circa 2010(??) that involves watching the sunset (sunrise?) with a friend, and the line ¨i chose you, motherfuckers¨. i know i'm really creepy but that poem was rad and i think about it sometimes
Bill is anonymous. He stands for all glory and no recognizable consciousness. We believe he is a feat upon all masteries of solitude and a belligerance for the void.
Holy crazy bill, biting at the dishwasher humanity spring with always love as humanities spring and destined to be precious as i careen a valley of god send, in shadows likely to be forgotten in my death.
I am a young juxtoposition,...
December 2011
4 posts
ether: mass and particles →
ether-eden:
this table is not solid
it is made up of millions of tiny atoms
the government is not solid
it is made up of a bunch of tiny men
it does us all a disservice to talk about ‘the government’
as if it were something solid
as if it were something not human
as if it were anything other than a…
reading over my tumblr.. i think its good the rapping phase is over
November 2011
1 post
The Update Update Show
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIIiFDhCJaw
October 2011
5 posts
Blush one, with aim of sacrament, as you a swirl in cheek of god, can there be such a kiss as your body? What grace is known by you, what else dispersed when from heavenly convoy you arrived? Answerless, do not fear, you, without virginity, still innocent fawn. Forever, sprite and destiny, intuitive grace. plush rose of heaven, boquets danced and bestowed in all the rooms. I have for you, in a...
I haven’t known soft lips in many months. The cared for asses flat, mine sits upon the front. In death, in death, indeath, im sure it all seems but a dream, but i haven’t dreampt of death at all, your eyes is all i’ve seen. Nameless yes, but time to time, I set you for a day. promptly then, in another form, you steal yourself away. How can I know you then? If you wish to run...
Addicted
Cranford blues, tennebaum cordial
Oh I don’t see why you say,
my jacket too must be sand.
I dont deny ya babe,
It’s cost a lot to live fast.
Do you wonder if that
hat trick past the gorge
looks outlandish?
And Gatsby crashes in lines how bland,
Neither and poor the dearest nearly erased again.
In hollow hour after deport
the soul requests to
have no cell of civil war in...
5 tags
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
10 posts
5 tags
excerpt of personal document written by someone I...
but theres something about being down 20-3 that feels good. I feel almost fully convinced that I am here for a higher purpose, to get beaten oh so terribly in the opening ninty five hundredths of a game, that I am supposed to be humiliated, and ostracized, and belittled, and doubted and counted out and left to dry, and ignored and sent to pasture; all to respond with brilliance, to save the...
I could do quite well to debunk myself and justify this attempt at logging my life is nothing more than a defence mechanism, since I just “pulled a pat,” which is a move coined into existance about twenty minutes ago, when my friend Pat got up from our circle of friends, said, stated, brought into the realm of our reality the phrase “Fuck This,” and walked out. Pat did...
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
– Rumi (via mujerinterrumpida)
THE CHRONICLES OF KRIZZY: shades. →
driveslow:
This summer has truly been uneventful. Everybodys right, it’s time to grow up. Sometimes I feel as if we’re all confused idiots, just searching for a purpose. Coming up with ideas, unattainable aspirations, and other fond hopes to distract us from our initial goals. Maybe we need a dose of…
i hope i never made love seem less real
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“Write and sound how you want to sound, the rest is bullshit.”
– Richie Lee (via sethwallin)
“dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
...”
– Warsan Shire on both her homes, Somalia and London (via basseyworld)
I like to think of tumblr as chronologically...
also made a rap too poorly spaced to post
July 2011
5 posts
Poeticartifacts: Very rough draft, i just feel... →
poeticartifacts:
I stroll each day through the streets of a Holy City find the places that call for me to pay homage savor the incense of lilacs, jasmine, and honeysuckle on every corner, each inhale, a different delight
This is the Holy City of the feminine spirit, of life-giving light housed in temples of…
TJ Natole… Here he has in common with John Donne comparisons of love to...
thats not done yet.
Not to winehouse I rip
It like its perforated
Locals watch me
Inna inna inaa state it
In a state thanks ta
Innas mary dated
Lines like thatll getcha paid
Kid still debated
But im acein,
And im pacin,
Though I may be onea dem white boys
Feelin suburban strangulation
Living on old money with
My laptop in the basement,
But we doled out for the mics
And the keys, that’s someinnovation,
my
Failures...
Nothing really matters in a world where people assault their loved ones Nothing really matters like a shit in a can, or a number one at mr. wraps. I countered by saying the best thing to do at any time is to kill yourself. I don’t want to look at the fig tree today. I have a large suspiscion it’s still a fucking tree. Trees never have had interesting lives, Except once there was...
When an angel is dropped,
they spend less time bracing to be caught
the longer they fall.
(I detest my own ultra american cultivated way of bad hands.
In our lonliness, we have each invented the science of dropping.)
Undrop my caught baby thats
always slippin through the hands of time,
I don’t blink lately trying to catch
my dreams slippin through my eyes.
Hola be Vwalla’s...
June 2011
7 posts
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via imfantasyparade)
One of my friends gets knocked by other people for always saying his past is behind him and today is brand new. It’s possibly his greatest strength
(Lil Bro: Mom would be a tetris champion (fridge...
Friends talkin about last year,
Its just like naw man, you dont apologize ta me.
ok
I did my own thing and just got iller I got honest,
taking off from the dog house like shultz comics,
Overdose on serenity no drugs
she got nice rumpspringer like shes amish
no thugs,
okay she pushed bags,
i don’t shove,
Man whatever though no love.
Girls judge me cause i care about how I look,
My...
THE CHRONICLES OF KRIZZY: Spending every moment in... →
driveslow:
My mom just told me she wished I saw what she sees.
She’s been praying for so long her knees bleed, 3 g’s,
full of equipment,
he’s worried about dying while all of this bullshit is living,
and it’ll be here long after the day the bullet will hit him.
Right as I had thoughts of digging under…
Growing
Bragging never meant much to me
Lagging tagged up and dulled the cutlery,
I nagged Sup and donned the hustler T,
We bagged up with all that honest leak.
I typed a bible while she thought of me
accross a town drake buzzed with a beer,
I see her every night actually!
I used to
fantasize my dream woman to appear.
The question is,
is the dream over when you wake up?
Or is it just that...
This the institution
I always knew that my momma would like my flow
And that I should keep the rock more than give and go
I been a ball hog but I always was listenin
I some times make the dish just to end up finishin
Im about to graduate and be on my drop out shit
If the illness is correct,
would my first album be status of PHD?
MF BA Sick M C
No Lie You Die
Standing Up to He?
Yea
I feel bad...
to fear by drake..let it drop first
What should I quake from
I don’t follow thum
I get ya girl more tipsy than
What they bottlun
Im too alone
Yeah you heard it
baby
Treat tonight like the big game
Callingsworth it
This is my mission
American Dream
My white town
stick me down
Like wet tees
Another night
Another sequal
Wolverine
I feel the pain and
Love it’s a manic
Mid summers dream
Things to save: Mind ----> World
I understand some dreams break so you broke when the check comes
cut me a sale
needin clearance
Too high like the trucks roof
I am an emergency vehicle
Yall actin like the tragedies a spoof
I aint got no money
I got a plan
Funny how my mind
always rewinds
to those few chicks
but we both broke so we aint scammed
my heart is a big wallet,
it borrows from my mind
when you forclose on
the right...
May 2011
8 posts
Cockblocking
“They’re enforcing a policy we will never understand.”
Sean G
halfsister:
everybody was so busy celebrating not being raptured that they forgot rapture also means ecstatic joy
“To a Woman at the Bar,
Please forgive me, though in time I may
write odes of...”
– CM
I got issues a my own,
Don’t send me a magazine.
Why we shoot eachother
Why we bloody in the streets,
Then Time only got
Pictures shot in the middle east
the best type of courage is not an ignorant one.
“We were gonna go down to the streets to see.
They didn’t want us to see.
Oh...”
April 2011
14 posts
Body said to Soul:
You do not give me enough.
Ciggarette smoker.
What Twighlight Yields
My room is a cultured wreck. Unread volumes of Dylan Thomas nudged in the clutch of the collapsed desk. On a nightstand, Billy Pilgrim’s one sock Blends in purple as it rests under Rumi’s barrels of wine. My books are strewn about, the floor, chairs, stools, drawers, my bureau, my back pack hung, the shelf in the closet, there are instances of war on each level, Documented, making an 8 ft...
arielleestare:
”All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.”
- Jack Kerouac
Growing up with the Buddha, New York, 2065
The day I couldn’t convince myself I believed, I was sitting above my entire electric city. he was nine, every day he would share celery on a tallest apex of new york city’s spire. I was to meet him amongst the crowd of repenting elders accustomed to becoming young there, again. He had told me he planned to be there undoubtedly today. I didn’t care for...
“it was a splendid day in Spring
and outside we could hear the birds
that...”
– Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahbukowski)
at cupsi, with the birds