this time:
the sky
is
the sky
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and the limit
is the
limit
, , ,
ihatemyshelves-blahday; blah
the subject
”Happy,” I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.
I was not ready to put any labels on Chenault, so I tried to change the subject.The Rum Diary
- Hunter S. Thompson
additive
don’t[do not] hand us off to twistingvines or milkmaids in manicuredvernacular
i’ll only listen to exit signs FromNoWon
& maybe mountaintop speed limits(but once!)
dream of jerry-rigged checklists
and cave-ins everet[e|u]rnal
and always
thebe fore andafter (in3parts)
unmistakable & ample uncertainty. aren’t we
stood up across terrible tavern causality this moonlight
& sweaty palms or posterity is our fortune & forever(’s) a stop sign
morality .mixed up our thoughts as broken billboardsand taxi cabs crept into
im the fold out couch to yr wretched shower curtain carousel
lets drown the night in daylight & forgive the fast talking torch carriers
sight
: : : : : :
stretch me, unbroken
across fire hydrants & steam baths
we’ll awaken to alarm bells and voice mails
you chandelier & chivalry in sacred sorrow:a stroke of genius!
likening to shadows andcity breeze windows
yr the sound of saintly smiles & sacrifice
or burnt candles & emptied glass cuneiform casualties
: : : : : :
boredom’s our broken backed risk taker (im slavery
&clenched! fists. and these raindrops keep falling on my head
for eventual endless stamina
Render Me Useless & ravage my body like we’re how old? again)
where’s our grasshoppers & irrational rapture like urges to elsewheres
& inevitable pastures
Listen
i believe in sitcomsabotage & sharpturnsonhighways
(how? could you not know)
be.sides;
this isnt our fight like divideandconquer or ‘just can’t deliver’
(i fucking hear you!)