the sudden realization that you left a notebook and a 40 filled with piss in your old attic
Come Back to Bed
CUT CUT CUT CUT
I am an extra and you are a movie’s severely underdeveloped plot.
Which of us is more unwanted? Tell me what to do, where does the script you
come from give direction? I came here in plain clothes and now I am an
ACTION ACTION ACTION ACTION
Get this show rolling, get it down the line.
We are industrial and you are staggering in time.
We are the sound of the static when
the cable gets disconnected,
some of us are relishing in the fine
grey static, listen to it hum, wait patiently for the buzz, keep it going louder louder
it plays over and over in my mind
I cut cables with diagonal pliers, waiting for the sound you make when
it all goes to shit. I cut cables for the sound you make
when you come back to bed.
fuck joan rivers
i refused to listen to cap’n jazz for an embarrassing amount of time before I learned it wasn’t some kind of free jazz all the punks loved
reblog if u a little stinky
probs gonna delete this blog and start over again soon
you’re fucking high, Im fucking drunk
all our friends hate us
and the end is fucking nigh
mistakes are just my take on life
the “you dont know me still but Ive worked with you like fifty times over the past three years” look