Loaded Gun

It's not who makes the gun, but who pulls the trigger

March 12, 2013 at 4:16am
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Pizza From The East Side Eaten In A Booth on The West Side.

I used to sleep naked but these days I wake up covered in you. When I slice strawberries in the morning and loose my edge blood bleeds and lips suck a wound that’s covered in salt and invisible fractions of you that was released in that fraction of a second between my thighs and your hand. And how your salty substance spreads and smears on the bed and my belly is how you’ve spread in my mind, thin but potent. A stale aftertaste, like beer, that coats the tongue and lingers in all the right ways. I can never have one without wanting one more. It’s like how I can’t have you once without wanting you one more time. And if tonight was the last night we enjoyed together it would be tough and rough but alright because I shared that piece of pizza I dreamt about sharing with you before the apocalypse; before we could never chew, or laugh or enjoy the simple company of a pint of beer and some innocent smiles knowing what we did the night before.

March 8, 2013 at 12:57am
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A Haiku for the College Grad

this tumblr sucks ass

but it forces me to write

discipline, you bitch.

May 30, 2012 at 9:17pm
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your blood 
your bones 
your voice 
and your ghost 

your blood 

your bones 

your voice 

and your ghost 

March 2, 2012 at 4:22pm
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THIS GUY and Mikal Cronin tonight! 

February 27, 2012 at 5:51pm
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3:35pm
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and is this what you wanted? to live in a house that is haunted by the ghost of you and me 

and is this what you wanted? to live in a house that is haunted by the ghost of you and me 

February 21, 2012 at 5:56pm
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Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt youRejoice despite the fact this world will kill youRejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shredsRejoice because you’re trying your best

Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best

5:35pm
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i want to peel you like you’ve peeled me and taste the fruit under your skin 

i want to peel you like you’ve peeled me and taste the fruit under your skin 

February 20, 2012 at 5:59pm
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5:54pm
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A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
-Camus 

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