caramel & creme

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    Matt Misso has this image where
    

    
    I see you swimming in white, luminescent sheets
    
    I see the top of your head
    
    From behind
    
    Your golden hair
    
    Shoulders
    
    Back
    
    The creme climbing the fair silken flesh
    
    Most of your ass but it's barely obscured by the cloth
    
    still ascending from your base
    
    Ever up

    
    

    arla Tunello Ha ha j/k...what song ii quoting boy?
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    Matt Misso no song. i just made it up in a text

enjoy it while you can kid you'll miss it later

remember when we were kids and blackouts were almost like holidays?

well, at least they broke up the monotony some.

we don't like blackouts as much these days.

yeah part of it is because we grew up and aren't as handily amused

then some of our growths were stunted, emotionally, by drugs.

i theorize that the correlation between central electricity and age may not even be the overarching cause.

sure, it's bad not to have power in most human settings... since the industrial revolution

woody guthrie is one of the reasons we're all saying what we want to say online. he said, himself, that there "ain't no country extry fine.. when you're just a mile from the end of the [power] line"

but we scream and cry and panic when our phones and computers because of the grib they have.

since it coincides with my decision to stay busier while work and school are sparse,

i have decided that i will embrace every much-needed break from technology gone awry. i've neglected reading, academia, friendships, real life events

to be sitting here, jet lagged, at 7:50am typing this

i will walk every day. i will never lie on the couch again. while my phone is broken, i'll do something constructive, creative. fear is the mind killer, but convenient technology is the talent killer.

i'll strive to sink as much time into self-expression (particularly when it goes back as far as histroy, like playing a musical instrument) as i do online.

i'm glad this phone is a piece of shit. today i make a change. today i stop giving a fuck that the talent-crusher isn't giving me a tumor or destroying my ambition.

i start now.

i'm a little concerned about work.
i'm a little concerned about play.
i'm very concerned about tomorrow
and god forbid what goes on the next day.

this is how we get things done

he departed as a cliche

a kindred,

but broken

spirit

spigot

and you said
there goes a man

who lost everything

and your voice kinda quivered on the second part and i could tell we were both on the verge of tears

it's witchcraft

there goes a man

who’s lost everything

and when there’s nothing

there’s a blue steam under the pillowcase surface

the other side is cooler

always has been

but tonight is different

rock bottom turns to quicksand

woodward bound

i noticed you from a distance and was moved

my druthers would urge me to move even closer

even more closely

and i saw that overwhelming pure light

it did something even anesthesia can’t do to me

TKO

stunned— your orange aura and team spirit

well, before i go into that, remember when you said

i really do not know what to say and i’m never at a loss for words

so it is with me, JINX!

i was at a loss but when i lose, i lose consistently

and i want a name when i lose

but you’re sleeping with the enemy

we have something in common.

difference

when you are speechless you stop

at times, for me, when i don’t have the words, they come out involuntarily

since i have no internal filter

so all that was the long way around saying that when i saw you

instead

of

freezing

up

or

becoming human petrification

i spoke ‘god bless you’

and thus begun the courtship

and just when i knew thought you had given up on me,

you gave me the greatest day of my life and i want to see you ever day and

be your boyfriend

Nota dema

Don’t worry about anything. Be happy because everything is going your way more than it has in a long time. Just work on your portion control and exercise and smoke the cuban cigar that’s goin out while you droid and drive

tidal wave of nostalgia in the biting cold

Just surged thru me as I’m ridin to gas station w christina (I’m droiding and driving as she holds the wheel). I was talkin to james cobra and thinkin about past present and future with that old friend… I was just about to change my current city from austin back to one in alabama. I was thinking about whether I should think broad or specific as to which city/suburb/town to represent.

Then I remembered when you said you either wanted to live in crestwood or [somewhere I don’t remember] if you stayed in alabama and I remember how that just blew me away; almost as spiritual as finding out you were a trekkie because I represent the legendary heart of dixie by way of crestwood and I lived there the first twelve years of my life and I always wanted to move back to that same house in crestwood.

Its the one I left to move out here to clay, alabama where I met my first clay friend, james cobra.

The wave of nostalgia and angst and maybe fear/panic hit me wondering just how many memories and reminders and triggers would come with that old house. I remember the sound of the dove singing. It still calms me. I remember my great grandmother. I remember the in-ground swimming pool my dad built himself in nine days.

But the wave was a bad rush. Not a good one. You’re not enough to cause that level of a rxn. Maybe I’m just afraid of nostalgia itself.

I wish id written this better and maybe started earlier.

“And everythangs a dollar…

In this box”

—tom waits

DON'T READ THIS ONE FIRST. IT SUCKS AND IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE REST. I WISH I KNEW HOW TO ORGANIZE EM

The breeze of three fifty+two amen Cools, spiritually and otherwise as our paths cross Never to happen again

You and your thinki— nay, +calcul8ng+ clouds swallow me like moby dick from the bible. I back stabbath thee

My face is relaxed. It is a sheet of flesh that slides ever downward, thus making me an honorary mouth breather.

I can move my brain into my toes I bring awareness next, to my ankles then I repeat til my whole body has registered with brain. I feel like I am flying, ever upward. Problems are solved. Perspective is obtained

halfway between the out of doors and inside the lakehouse as you read this, send your brain to my eyes. Right now I see an almost anachronistic smart phone

bushes, the white handrail, just had minor halluciation. I see my enlightened thumbs typing like larry q motherfucker

Naturally, I live the rocknroll lifestyle; I rock ta live and live ta rock

But that’s not what got me to this rocking chair.

I see my arms, my shins. Feet toes, calves, legs. Wind chimes time so perfectly that it almost supports chritian shit. That my cue. Everyone reading, pls gimme feedback or reblogs or tips… w/e

Not I shall melt into the earth

PLEASE READ EM OUT OF ORDER. THE FIRST FEW SUCK.

fuck i need to remove some of these

THE HEEBIEST OF JEEBIES

if u walk on water, they'll say you can't swim

[02:53][squiggy klane] step on me

[02:53][squiggy klane] then walk under a ladder

[02:53][squiggy klane] then cary a mirror shard around

[02:53][squiggy klane] a bad luck charm

[02:53][squiggy klane] step on the stones

[02:54][squiggy klane] with your rabbit's feet

[02:54][squiggy klane] and that shard will cut you just as deep

DON'T READ 'FINITE AND INFINTE GAMES' FIRST

don't read it all. dip into it. like a Mother Fucker.

finite and infinte games

i tried to post a pic that looked good on the purple backdrop… tryin to be like a real tumblr. and then i remembered hyman roth and how he said something like ‘[i found out he was dead and that you killed him] and i said THIS IS THE LIFE WE HAVE CHOSEN.’ we knew the benefits, risks and drawbacks when we took our oaths. i paid my dues yesterday and you wondered why i was nervous. i didn’t wanna be destroyed. even those of us who aren’t afraid to die get nervous. i played it cool, though, didn’t i? you know i did and i know you know i did. you and i… WE ARE THE PROBLEM SOLVERS AND BULLSHIT DOES NOT BECOME US

VOWS

with this rig,

i deflate my ego

to have had and to have sold

to destroy and disobey

to throw it all away

rock bottom turns to quicksand

she told me

“it can always get worse”

then

she proved it

[ed. note: yeah this is way-ass thrown together. i’m gonna work on it and make it better and we’ll get it out there to ya]

BE NOT PROUD

if death were a bunny

with a question-mark god

that bunny would hop around and be a shit factory

the usernames have been changed to protect the not guilty.

[15:28][your blogger] right now i feel like i’m totally made of metal
[15:28][your blogger] I AM IRON MAN
[15:28][your blogger] but sometimes, my balls hang so low
[15:28][your blogger] that the sparks begin to flow
[15:28][your blogger] like a river of cold semen
[15:28][your blogger]
[15:29][your blogger] right now i feel jealous and concerned and maybe a little betrayed
[15:29][your blogger] the unicorns i slayed
[15:29][your blogger] will never be horny again
[15:29][your blogger] but the last time i rode one thru the rainforest
[15:30][your blogger] ]i spared her
[15:30][your blogger]
[15:30][your blogger] i feel like she won’t spare me
[15:30][your blogger] or that she will
[15:30][your blogger] i know she’s honest
[15:30][your blogger] and i pay her bills
[15:30][your blogger] but i guess my trust issues are my problem and not hers
[15:30][your blogger]
[15:31][your blogger] right now i’m overmedicated
[15:31][your blogger] make the words up as i go a long
[15:31][powerpuffgirl] uhhgain
[15:31][your blogger] poetry is eeasier on drugs
[15:31][your blogger] better living thru chemistry
[15:31][your blogger] worse living thru reality
[15:31][your blogger]
[15:31][your blogger] nah i’m just tryin to express myself
[15:32][your blogger] don’t be bothered, powerpuffgirl
[15:32][your blogger] for tomorrow we dine with the devil
[15:32][your blogger] and the next day, dine alone
[15:32][your blogger] i want to salt the earth
[15:32][your blogger] so that nothing
[15:32][your blogger] will
[15:32][your blogger] grow

[15:34][powerpuffgirl] cool
[15:34][your blogger] really?
[15:35][powerpuffgirl] oh i dont know..i didnt read it fully

what is love

love is… never knowing what she’s really doing

intern expatriate

noise of a glimmer sparks the morn,

or the eve of nevermore

when god lifts the fog,

whenever she arrives

he awaits to be exhaulted

glory to god on the highest

then one thousand days in sodom

repeat

xo

she’d tell you what you need to know if you didn’t know better than to ask

southport and belmont

i’m on my medication so i don’t have any sense of judgment or discipline. it happens a lot.

fugly

compromizing

is the king shit of fuck mountain

who lives in his own filth

in gary, indiana

a small town outside of chicago

the windy city

chitown

where i wanna be again

editor’s note: chicago, that is; not gary.

APPARENTLY

I’M A FUCKING CRIMINAL MASTERMIND

JUNKIE

PSYCHOLOGICAL MAD SCIENTIST

WHO CAN HAVE ANY WOMAN HE WANTS

ONLY TO DESTROY HER FOR FUN.

WHY?

YOU DON’T KNOW. I JUST AM.

for chuck b

it’s almost 4am. i slept til 6:30p the night before last and until 9:15p or so tonight. drugs help, but i still feel kinda strange.

poet persecution at large

stigmata martyr

undead undead undead

bela lugosi’s dead

prostitution

the world’s boldest profession

balls

ballsy super cock

cerebrel ballsy

i grab my balls

sometimes my balls feel like tits

some shit

DON’T FUCK W ME SOLDIER

WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

PRIVATE PYLE IS GONNA KILL ME AND THEN TURN THE GUN ON HIMSELF

and i don’t know whether to be worried or relieved

i spent six————teen years in a liferaft

the first time they executed me (gas chamber) for all those murders,

i didn’t panic or hold my breath

i breathed in

deep

whatever you do don't let these few starting here be your impression of this page

i wake on mother earth, then stand

on rocks and shards of glass

though cracked stepping stones dare not lie

i suffer still the path

hot flesh meets cold stone; i approach

fertlize her mother’s grave

to help the roses’ stems along

i pray they’ll swallow it one day

and take the etched, wretched words away

rest in pieces

rest in feces

he holds that rock in one hand

6 fingers clutching for dear life

begging trust to be enough to molten

and sustain the couples’ diet

so quick to remind

that as i grow wider

pseudo starcrossed lovers chicly shrivel

like every other weapon-word they’ve said

they won’t even remember

etched indellibly into my very flesh

the ink is on my digging arm

that’s just unearthed a pile

6 feet for you and

6 for him

i suffer still her wrath

what true love looks like

if you laugh you go to hell

(we call it 'space reggae' for now)

][internet rapist] bachside caspian sea

[14:13][internet rapist] and you’re smokin weed while i eatcher poosaaaaaaaaaaaaay

[14:13][internet rapist] and it’s good to me

[14:13][internet rapist] but you haven’t been

[14:13][internet rapist] i don’t like reggae

[14:13][internet rapist] i love it

[14:13][internet rapist]

[14:14][internet rapist] cocaine up your broken down nose

[14:14][internet rapist] black eyes on white sand and the wind blows

[14:14][internet rapist] and i call you toe

[14:14][internet rapist] short for fory

[14:14][internet rapist] and that’s short for victoria

[14:14][internet rapist] and you’re toe’s in the sand

[14:14][internet rapist] writing that you heart me

[14:17][internet rapist] bikini stacked neatly
[14:17][internet rapist] in squares beside round pillows beside oval pills

denying me

this is the dayeeeeeeeeeee your life will surely change

i used to have big ears

I think I’ve grown into em. Toe tries to make me think they’re still big cuz she knows I have that neurosis. Anyway, I just pinned em back w superglue. Its workin so far.

ONE MUST NOT READ THESE IN THE ORDER THEY ARE POSTED.

heavy heat

is this the one?

is THIS the one?

is this the once upon a time that’s gonna kill me?

i figured out last september that you are indeed the open end of the wrench in the gears

on the brink to over the edge

own the brink; too over the edge

not there yet but it will arrive.

we will get there and you will know my name is the lord and the globe from your shoulders will be lifted

the bad news is that all that sunshine just means it won’t be the earth you’re carrying next time.

you’re not it.

i do it for the kids

My followers are a motley crue who represent the underbelly of all things wrong with life. As pieces of shit, they suckle, like unwelcome ethnic rapist infants, life from wherever they can get it and eat shit.

Dismantle thy mother and thy father

The city beckons and I decline

But not because I have anything better to do.

i can see clearly now

what a bright, sunny requiem for a daydream

a cloud lazily wanders by my field and stream of vision of love

jagged and stony,

galvanized

softcore

but with a silvery exterior.

it’s rocky like a cliff with footfalls and no lanyard

and razor sharp around the unfinished edges

grey

jagged cloud

your rein will be missed

but not today

it’s sunny

let’s go urban exploring

we wish on skyscrapers

the city is ours for the taking

the city with insomnia

the city, she loves me

i want to fly

to leap buildings and saloons

in a single bound

the ass-fat jungle

concrete, steel, asphalt, glass, lights, and junkies

in the forest made of man

RIP DAD

there is no constitution that is not deliverance

there is no delivery that is not from point a

to point z

and all points in between

x up and b down

down the stairs into the garage

with the bmw

that your father gave you for moving back home

and then took away

his last words were

don’t park it somewhere the top will get cut up

the top got cut up and all you could think about was how in the fuck you were gonna explain it to him

then you woke up the next morning as hungover as you’d ever been and found out that he was dead

whew. now you don’t have to tell him.

222much

fragrant falls of water white and cool

the sound of sesame,

and taste of azul

queerest fancies dance upon the mind

blinking deafening quiet renders blind

another mouse

HOW DO WE DO IT? VOLUMEVOLUMETURNUPTHEVOLUME

the arcane;

the unclean

where heroes go to die

to rot alone in a goldess plane

artless suicides

dirty dead

dirt cheap

everything must go