goin on tour with some mates so i made a picture and wrote some words
I haven’t posted here in 2 years, and looking back at the archive makes me want to jump into a vat of lye. But instead of waxing moronic about my wasted youth, if anyone still has any interest you can follow my uni journal.
Lessons from 2015
Afford no honesty to people you sell your time to
I’ve been laughing for like 15 minutes
smoke pot sometimes is the new smoke weed everyday
out of weed
out of wine
out of benzos
out of time
(via block)
gettin the benzos
Pharmacist: only take one before bed when required
Me: *runs to nearest bathroom, scoffs 3*
I don’t stick my head in the sand, I get really drunk on whiskey and stick my head into geranium bushes. it’s totally different.
you taste what you speak,
so don’t talk shit.
you taste what you speak
and I taste nothing;
a vast anorexia of spirit.
abstaining from befoulment of dignity,
the humiliation of misinterpretation;
any engagement expounds
his esoteric narratives,
neurotic fantasies,
projections, projections, projections all.
don’t go looking for what you don’t want to find.
I often find
myself the curator of others lives,
but I grow weary of the post.
the work is drab and unrewarding.
I tend with care
the halls of hoary men,
their boots and bellies,
their rut-eyed lies,
curious assumptions and gratuities
pasted to the walls,
pinned,
by the swelling of omnipotent ego.
the vanity;
a phallus.
I tend too
my own secret portmanteau of tawdry and insignificant instances,
but they look nothing like what you imagine.
(Source: gh-05-t)
desert hearts, 1985
shiki jitsu, 2000