You return home
moon-landed, foreign;
the Earth’s gravitational pull
an effort now redoubled,
dragging your shoelaces loose
and your shoulders
etching deeper the stanza
of worry on your forehead.
You return home deepened,
a parched well linked to tomorrow
by a frail strand of…


You sigh into the onslaught of identical days.
One might as well, at a time…

Eva H.D.
all the religions of the world, they have this beautiful quality in them, depending on the religion, and generally one of the qualities that's so beautiful is a mechanism of self-forgiveness and the mechanism of purification, a general assessment of the human condition as being somewhat depraved; the puking in ayahuasca, you're purging yourself from your darkness, the confession booth in Catholicism, maybe you could say in Gnosticism, like true Gnosis, or in Buddhism you could say connecting with actual reality instead of your overlays of reality, or... you know, it goes on and on, this is all within each one, there's this idea that there's a way for us, to ritualistically create, if you want to be a pure scientific materialist, a beautiful placebo effect that gets you to drop some of your neurotic qualities or at the very least reset your intention to make the world a better place

Duncan Trussel
Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a great sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destroy a man.

Frank Herbert, Dune

Benji: Okay okay... Motorcycle hoes before bros before (normal) hoes, final offer.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
-Oscar Wilde

It's funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.
-Hotel Books

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You were a house on fire
and I couldn't understand why
burn me all down to the ground, you said, the fire is on the inside
flames dancing like ghosts, behind the windows, pain jumping from the walls
you want to keep this private, I can see that but you can't ask that of me, we've only just met
I said we need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?
the answer was silence…..I took it as a no
we all want to be normal anyways
we all want to be somewhere else than where we live
but that's not reality, it's just point of view
let's not talk about the weather and whether or not there's really rain in the clouds unless you want to know if I feel the same as you
it's more measuring up than just wasting time but time is not on our side, you're burning
rain would only be a temporary fix and there's just no place right now for cute ironies

We all write songs about life, we just sing them different.
you sing the words but you don't know the song. and you expect us all to sing along?
how selfish
the lengths that we go to, to put so much distance between us is staggering
you're burning alive with stress and life both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside
drop and roll
…repeat line for emphasis.
I'll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it
you're gonna be ok!
say it to me… the answer is still silence …
I'll take it as a maybe
I can't decide if I should knock down your door or on it
say the word and I'll take an axe to your heart or a pin prick
cut right through the dark, let it spill out the contents
on our knees sorting through the remnants
pour out your hate in my hands, I'll let em slip through my fingers

And this is for all of us and this is for the times that we only listen long enough
to know the other person we're talking to has the same opinions we do.
for when we're burning inside, for when we're trying to hide that fact
this is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressed to scrape another notch on our belts, add another feather to our head dress
I want to be the bigger man for you, but I can't take this truth
I'm trying to kick the habit here, but these track marks are 100 proof
burn me all down to the ground, you said
I'll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head
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hot babe medic
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+rep great medic with sick ass unusuals
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ggs yet again :heartb:
Nick <3s MILFs Sep 9 @ 10:20pm 
I was using you for a self-deprecating joke on myself. Don Tamal: "Oh nick you can take us on now, you have murph!" Me: "Oh screw murph, he always hated me anyways" :p
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sour cream on a bagel Sep 8 @ 11:44pm 
"Who’s joe?" a distant voice asks.

Instantly everyone nearby hears the sound of 1,000s of bricks rapidly shuffling towards his location.

The earth itself seems to cry out in agony, until finally the ground itself split open and a horrific creature crawled from the ground, covered in mucus and tar.

”Joe Momma…” the creature whispered.

The man cried out in pain as he disintegrated into dust, and the whole world fell silent in fear.

"I did a little trolling." the wretched creature remarked before burrowing back into the earth.