May 2013
61 posts
Anonymous asked: What happened? I miss talking with you...
“You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer,...”
– Dylan Moran (via allhoneyed)
So the new Daft Punk is pretty fucking boring.
Like a Turing machine. Crimson sky predictions. And hypnotic suggestion. So wallow in it. Stack the bodies. How hollow is it? Let’s just say we’re pushing our feet through. And China’s controlling the weather. Let’s say that together. China’s controlling our forever. Such a steel future. And this weight. It’s been kicking around in my shadow. A faceless...
I need this line. This opening time. This space of uninterrupted dexterity of the brain. I need to flex. To flaunt capability. Just for me. To shed the seed. So when I’m boomeranging around the room. In your shell of complexity. Your bones of too soon. Understand my admiration. My willingness to observe. My willingness to bloom. And the layering it has begun. A wishful tear drying under sun....
She mocks me like a river that belittles the shore. I can move. I am free. I’m taking you over. You will erode. I’ll never conform. She couldn’t see….all of this time…..the dam I’m building around her.
