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2018-10-19 at 12:02 AM UTCJaykay hooray
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2018-10-19 at 1:31 AM UTCContemplating whether I want to be the weird 30 year old dude at a Gorillaz concert.
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2018-10-19 at 1:59 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-19 at 2 AM UTCWindmill windmill windmill windmill windmill windmill windmillThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-19 at 2 AM UTCMill the wind and mind the will
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2018-10-19 at 2:33 AM UTCI'm in the coupe fo sho. I'm ON ICE!
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2018-10-19 at 2:40 AM UTC
Originally posted by GGG It'd be weirder if you were 18. All the Gorillaz fans are older now. Do it
I guess thats true. I think Demon Dayz was the first album I actually sat through all the way without skipping throiugh for the "favorite tracks", and realized what a badass experience a properly put together album could be. And anything with Damon Albarn is cool as shit. And Dr. Octogynecologist. Ive listened to a bit of the new album, and everything is cool, but maybe it just hasnt had time to grow on me. Just heard this for the first time the other night and watched the music video through the oculus....very cool concept.
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2018-10-19 at 2:41 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER Good god I want to get high. Every time this year. The air starts to chill and the smell of swirling dead leaves and loamy dirt. And I remember sitting on corners sweating through 4 layers of clothing, freezing, shaking, dry heaving and vomiting as discretely as possible at the bus stop in front of the drug store. With your joints all aching and spine feeling like it's been woven through a wheel. You'd think that would make you not want to get high, to go back to that. But that cold air and the smell of leaves is also a crackling bonfire and a cigarette in the night air, and laughter. Cheap domestic beer, and pilfered whiskey from an empty water bottle. The flickering on the faces of good friends who don't exist anymore. And a shy girl who they always teased because her tits were too small, and her ass wasn't big enough….leaning in awkwardly to kiss you on a fire escape. And there was not knowing and uncertainty and that was invigorating. And between then and now feels like an ancient ocean. And I used to love and laugh and fight and felt vibrant and electric and full of words. And now I just feel all scooped out inside, with a big plastic smile carved into my face,appropriately approximating something more human than a gourd. Fuck.
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2018-10-19 at 3:08 AM UTCGonna cry myself to sleep now. Thank you fat fucking Ghost nigger.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-19 at 3:14 AM UTC
Originally posted by ohfralala This might be my favorite poem ever, even if it wasn’t intended as such.
<3
I used to write a lot. But heroin kind of lobotomized me. I rarely write anymore. I have to be massively depressed or withdrawing to feel enough to get something half-passable out. Poast sharing some of the old stuff hed clipped from TOTSE kind of sparked something in my head. But I cant even count the number of notebooks ive thrown out or destroyed. Since Im already being a total fag, I might as well share what I churned out in about a half minute last night. And i get that the cadence and everything isnt perfect but like i said i was angry and fucked up and just typed it out as fast as it came out of my head.
I never expected you to be perfect you know?
the way that heroin is.
When the warmth spreads to your fingers and toes
And fills in the hollows and crevices
Till your whole again and human.
And the past becomes as hazy as a bathroom after a warm shower
And you can pretend that the last 12 years
of fuck-ups and tears didnt matter
While you while away more hours till the ground crumbles beneath you
And i guess ive just always had a thing for broken people
Its like you cant know yourself until youve found yourself in pieces
And seen the rough edges and flip sides to every crack and paint chip
To every dream you ever had and every thing you thought you were
So all it takes it one sad half faked smile
And I see myself in her. Literally. Maybe not.
But if we robbed a bank and both got shot in a truck
At least it would all end before we hated each others guts
In some way ive always needed that bonnie to my clyde
And when you try to stifle a smile and look at me
I feel like a late october pumpkin and youve scooped out my insides.
Hurt hits me like a golden oldie, but i hate it when you speak
Because each honeyed word and pretty lie fools me into feeling human
And I fucking HATE to feel that weak
When you said you felt ugly and i kissed the silver ringed scars
that covered the galaxy of your stomach
Near shaking, afraid to be such a failure in front of your parents
Even though i couldnt look you in the eye you cupped my face in your hands and said
"We're the same, you and I. You dont have to say anything. All they need to know is that I want you"
And something switched.
But trying to keep you is cupping an injured songbird in your hands
Too afraid to move or scare or hurt it
Cause it might not come back again
Whewn my mom told me my life should ended in the trash can at an abortion clinic
I said "I love you too", and i think thats the last time ill mean it.
And i think when it comes down to it, death or drugs, either or
With a needle or a bullet you just want someone who cares so deep
To bleed out with you on a motel bathroom floor.
Figuratively
Maybe.
Or something.
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2018-10-19 at 3:28 AM UTCThat was hard.
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2018-10-19 at 3:39 AM UTCThat was a nice poem. It felt more like a soliloquy and that's the flavor of it. Concept has been done to death but it's fresh and it ended really well. Keep it up. I should write some more poems. I've always been kinda embarrassed about writing poems and would throw them out or delete them off my phone because niggers
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2018-10-19 at 3:44 AM UTCI was really just trying to make her cry
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2018-10-19 at 3:48 AM UTC
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2018-10-19 at 3:51 AM UTCI laid out every personal, deep, scathing critique of being with me, and she still wanted it. And i yelled at her a bunch. Told her maybe if i choked and hit her like her ex shed like that more. I told her i pray every day that shell fuck off, because i dont want to have to be responsible for her, wondering if shes okay. I dont want to have to wonder if she watched a sad movie and opened her wrists in the bath again. Feeling human isnt worth feeling that awful all the time.
She always harps on the fact that my birthday is the day that she died on the operating table twice and was revived. It doesnt mean anything. Its not a story. Its a coincidence. And we're both junkies. And she gets so close and then it freaks her out and she lies and lies to try to push away. Im just tired. I kinda wish shed just disappear. At least before i was just a common, everyday kind of unhappy.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-19 at 4:11 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER I laid out every personal, deep, scathing critique of being with me, and she still wanted it. And i yelled at her a bunch. Told her maybe if i choked and hit her like her ex shed like that more. I told her i pray every day that shell fuck off, because i dont want to have to be responsible for her, wondering if shes okay. I dont want to have to wonder if she watched a sad movie and opened her wrists in the bath again. Feeling human isnt worth feeling that awful all the time.
She always harps on the fact that my birthday is the day that she died on the operating table twice and was revived. It doesnt mean anything. Its not a story. Its a coincidence. And we're both junkies. And she gets so close and then it freaks her out and she lies and lies to try to push away. Im just tired. I kinda wish shed just disappear. At least before i was just a common, everyday kind of unhappy.
Yeah this hit me pretty good
You obviously have a knack for articulating a universal sadness. Please stay with it -
2018-10-19 at 4:14 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER <3
I used to write a lot. But heroin kind of lobotomized me. I rarely write anymore. I have to be massively depressed or withdrawing to feel enough to get something half-passable out. Poast sharing some of the old stuff hed clipped from TOTSE kind of sparked something in my head. But I cant even count the number of notebooks ive thrown out or destroyed. Since Im already being a total fag, I might as well share what I churned out in about a half minute last night. And i get that the cadence and everything isnt perfect but like i said i was angry and fucked up and just typed it out as fast as it came out of my head.
I never expected you to be perfect you know?
the way that heroin is.
When the warmth spreads to your fingers and toes
And fills in the hollows and crevices
Till your whole again and human.
And the past becomes as hazy as a bathroom after a warm shower
And you can pretend that the last 12 years
of fuck-ups and tears didnt matter
While you while away more hours till the ground crumbles beneath you
And i guess ive just always had a thing for broken people
Its like you cant know yourself until youve found yourself in pieces
And seen the rough edges and flip sides to every crack and paint chip
To every dream you ever had and every thing you thought you were
So all it takes it one sad half faked smile
And I see myself in her. Literally. Maybe not.
But if we robbed a bank and both got shot in a truck
At least it would all end before we hated each others guts
In some way ive always needed that bonnie to my clyde
And when you try to stifle a smile and look at me
I feel like a late october pumpkin and youve scooped out my insides.
Hurt hits me like a golden oldie, but i hate it when you speak
Because each honeyed word and pretty lie fools me into feeling human
And I fucking HATE to feel that weak
When you said you felt ugly and i kissed the silver ringed scars
that covered the galaxy of your stomach
Near shaking, afraid to be such a failure in front of your parents
Even though i couldnt look you in the eye you cupped my face in your hands and said
"We're the same, you and I. You dont have to say anything. All they need to know is that I want you"
And something switched.
But trying to keep you is cupping an injured songbird in your hands
Too afraid to move or scare or hurt it
Cause it might not come back again
Whewn my mom told me my life should ended in the trash can at an abortion clinic
I said "I love you too", and i think thats the last time ill mean it.
And i think when it comes down to it, death or drugs, either or
With a needle or a bullet you just want someone who cares so deep
To bleed out with you on a motel bathroom floor.
Figuratively
Maybe.
Or something.
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I’m not trying to be retarded but this shit made me cry.
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2018-10-19 at 4:28 AM UTCYeah, some good writing. Petered off in the second half, but some great nuggets in there.
"Its like you cant know yourself until youve found yourself in pieces"The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-19 at 4:29 AM UTCGood shit dude. I always knew Casper was some kind of author savant. Last time he described himself as fat Rambo and said his whole life was a Bad Idea. I knew I had to listen to what the nigga had to say.
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2018-10-19 at 4:48 AM UTC
Originally posted by ohfralala I’m not trying to be retarded but this shit made me cry.
If you ever decide to make handwritten copies, bind them in leather and I’ll buy it from you.
Originally posted by Sudo Yeah this hit me pretty good
You obviously have a knack for articulating a universal sadness. Please stay with it
Thank ye. Like I said it was better before I pumped a bunch of toxic shit into my lungs and veins and turned my brain into pudding. It was certainly more articulate and vivid. But I'm glad it translates over for some people. I probably need to be on some kind of meds. I remember vivid video clips of my life and just replay them over and over again. Or in the case of relationships, I fast forward in my head to 6 years down the line where we're in the kitchen and she's throwing plates at me and we're screaming at each other.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
