kisses cause troubles

lets set this straight - i dont drink, i hate club music, and i dont know the first thing about dancing, so really what i was wondering when i asked was, do you want to go out with me?

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 20:40:09 +0200

the gossip, the toss-ups
the dress to impress
the strawberry lipstick
my hopeless hope for you to stick
around a little longer
for you to get a little closer
or me,
for all that mattered
my writing was bliss
but if your denial knew better
fall out boy knew best
when it came to put the toothpaste back in the tube
the beats back in the heart
the figure in the figuring out
how it feels to expect
something out of nobody
for the higher the hype
the heavier the let down
whats life but an endless set of expectations
that belong to you, but mostly dont
and the dazed reactions life tends to have
to them
to you
and all the fucked up ways you try and find
to make it feel okay
or less not-okay
or to think of your awkwardness
not as something to apologize for
but rather as the only ground you have
to build your own persona on -
so lets make it a high school reunion
every night of the week
for the sake of old memories
or as a reminder of how we went
from everything to anything
to nothing
from neverland
to nevermind -
do you want to go to prom with me?

typewriterblues: Tell me. My book for sale...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 10:13:41 +0200

typewriterblues:

Tell me. My book for sale here.

eatsleepdraw: ‘How the buck am I going to tell you?’

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 10:09:03 +0200

eatsleepdraw:

‘How the buck am I going to tell you?’

Photo

Sun, 26 May 2013 22:43:32 +0200

come and see what the fuss is all about (is it me or the lifestyle that you dig?)

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 00:37:00 +0200

history (re)lies
on the could haves
the might haves
the should haves
and the reason-whys
but then again
it’s just history
a partisan caricature of the past
an awkward still
among pages
of a pricey textbook
overloaded with arguments
that nothing have to do
with those we used to have
in silence
in stillness
in loveless hotel rooms
in which i swear
i could have blown my brains out
years before
i actually stepped foot in them
years ago
that feel more like
lives ago
before i realized
students get bored over history
people get over it
and so should we
instead of overestimate it
overanalyze it
as to find ways
to feel entitled
to look for ways
to make the wrong
seem the proverbial
love
at the right time and place
your hand on my chest
i want you to feel
this
meta-communication at its worst
we’re nothing but waste
radioactive, at that
acrobats, whose only paying audience is each other,
and whose only challenge is each other
in the form of challenging each other,
performers of ineptitude,
extras,
stuck between d-lists and
“you’re not on the list”
euphemisms to impress the appraisers
transatlantic noise and pacific hustles
go easy on me VS it’s easy to go
completely insane
as in thinking
there isnt much of a difference
between
falling in love
with the events
and being fooled
by the narrative techniques

typewriterblues: What do you look like right now? on...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 10:28:32 +0200

typewriterblues:

What do you look like right now? on Flickr. My book for sale.

"I love the performance of a craft, whether it is modest or mean-spirited, yet I walk away when..."

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 00:29:28 +0100

“I love the performance of a craft, whether it is modest or mean-spirited, yet I walk away when discussions of it begin, as if one should ask a gravedigger what brand of shovel he uses or whether he prefers to work at noon or in moonlight. I am interested only in the care taken, and those secret rehearsals behind it. Even if I do not understand fully what is taking place.”

typewriterblues: Tell me something? My book is...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 18:02:59 +0100

typewriterblues:

Tell me something? My book is for sale here.

typewriterblues: My book for sale. My personal blog.

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 12:28:36 +0100

typewriterblues:

My book for sale. My personal blog.

typewriterblues: My book for sale. My personal blog.

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 17:26:23 +0100

typewriterblues:

My book for sale. My personal blog.

the difference between talking to and talking with (and talking shit)

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 22:55:29 +0100

every smile in a while
i get reminded of when i got lost
god knows where
mustve been at a store
h&m probably
i had no money on me
it was at dusk
late in the summer
of god knows when
actually
i dont think he remembers anymore
if he ever knew it in the first place
god, do you think anyone ever notices
when you act as if there is something wrong,
like each and every time
you can(t) hear yourself thinking?

"There was Peruvian flake to keep the others from getting tired. Asleep they could not win. That was..."

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 11:18:57 +0100

“There was Peruvian flake to keep the others from getting tired. Asleep they could not win. That was the logic. Several years later in Santa Maria, when a woman named Bridget attempted to give Cooper some, he held her face between his hands and said, ‘I know you won’t believe me, but one day you’re going to write four hundred words down on the back of a matchbook and think you’ve written a masterpiece, you’re going to believe you’re invincible.’ She smiled back at him: ‘You’re invincible, Cooper.’”

for art is no artif it does (not) come out spontaneouslynext...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 16:09:05 +0100

for art is no art
if it does (not) come out spontaneously
next time we’ll say things
let’s do it simultaneously

live over it

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 09:58:24 +0100

before putting dreams
into words
do you have any idea
what they would feel like
smell like
or mean at all
in real life?
wholeness is as rare
as a photograph
in color
of paris
in 1909.

Overwhelmed

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 20:47:04 +0100

~~Overwhelmed~~

whoever gatsby is, whatever he reminds one of, this presence ultimately lies outside the limits of the communicable (this is not a post about jay gatsby)

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 15:14:00 +0100

we’ll keep on astonishing you
like colorful biplanes
drifting over interstate 5
drawing blissful shapes
across distracted skies
from unending bakersfield flower fields
to the san diego coastline
we’ll get close enough
for you
to see us
waving
for us
to reinvent ourselves
through your smiles
and
- MOST IMPORTANT -
to make sure
you get distracted
from whatever is keeping you numb
and maybe feel
for a moment
that much i can promise you

"What motivates Gatsby is not the desire for material betterment but the evanescent and the..."

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 15:00:28 +0100

“What motivates Gatsby is not the desire for material betterment but the evanescent and the intangible; what satisfies him is cofirmation of the unreality of reality.”

ps. really, the first wor(l)d that came to my mind was "safe"

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:31:36 +0100

i laugh at the irony of words,
such as mating,
as if overdosing
on hyperactivity
and human contact
wasnt actually the antidote
for alienation
from hyperactivity
and human contact
as if
practicing brightness
didnt lead to speculation
as if
speculating wasnt
actually
an extraordinary gift
for hope

groupies go(ne) bad, muses are forever (the difference between tending toward just the end and aiming to infinity)

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:39:00 +0100

some call it love
out of stockholm syndrome
for i dont believe in free will
all that much, anymore, especially
when i fall
asleep
and get reported
in the morning
for lips leaning forward
and racing hearts towards
the middle of
anywhere
across the universe
coming and going
in a moment
daysmonthsdecades
in an age
craving wholeness
messing with intimacy
yet missing it
and pleasemakemeshutup
when i start overanalyzing
and i make no more sense
than the fact its really us
really tho
nothing makes more sense
except for maybe
when the sage
dictates the frequency
five two eight
for you cant beat the flaws
out of eachother
only embrace them
nurse them
snuggle with them
and let life do the rest

breathe into it
-he said with a bashful voice
we breathe as one
-she suspiciously romanticized

"It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from..."

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 23:29:24 +0100

“It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.”