November 2011
33 posts
We live on the cusp of death.
Our souls are desperate, but our minds are afraid and our bodies are tired.
Our heads are separated entities held shackled by pathetic bodies.
I need that force that won’t pull.
Is familiarity the only thing that makes love what it is?
Nights knight shining.
Don’t disassociate your being.
Two shows coming up:
Paramount theater November 27th- brand new and o ‘brother
Ollies point December 16th- sainthood reps, Harvard, lights resolve + more
Spank it on your calendar.
What are we trying to do?
You feel life in your chest.
Reach to me?
Its a shallow exemption of physical philosophy in all forms of physicality. at the same time, it’s an arrogant denial of an invisible force. what do you want? What do you want?
A big pond in a little fish.
We are all unamended.
Our complexions are tanned by another’s sun.
Does stark reality quell romantic intuition?
A concept of love inconceived.
You try and you try.
Lose to be.
Waning world of shit artistry.
