I AM CHASING THAT LIGHT

This is the White House of the solar system.
Sophisticated alarm clocks dripping gold gently,
drunken Irishmen fully intend to remind you…
Buried under years of the Universe,
I look.

This is real, and
you deserve a hazy glow
against the sun.

But, having a hazy glow against the classy sweatpants moment,
(One Weird Trick To DO NOT LOVE)
(“smart pup, I thought he was trying”)
Constantly thinking, I guess,
though love is everything.

"welcome to"
and still locked,
it’s in all there is.

 If my drunken Irishman fully intends to say that
this is the gods’ symposium,
it’s curious chopped-up chaos
in love with LIES
it’s Friday night

Everything would happen if your world,
in its burden of sticky oil,
exploded.
I have to.
Me, you, so willingly pacified
by material things.

Today is no longer fear.
Literally anything, up, some new place.
I’m going to find the KXL.
Half in, sprinkle the juice into exile, a web of that.
Here’s the rose: a new apartment!
Signed the months, I guess,
though I can’t tell what you are, so this poem came.

(i’ve been alive because i wrote;
idk what would be fine)

DEEPLY RISK
IT ALL
MEANS NOTHING
i will change a big world.

Birthday gifts are temporary.
You can do whatever.
“He had so little hours.”
Now you’re just love, 
transmutation,
the circle.

CONSCIOUSNESS IS SIMPLE
DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS SIMPLE

A grotesque animal may sting.
The hoax is living.
Nobody said it doesn’t give a shit about this.
Is this?

DON’T COMPLICATE A BROKEN HEAD

I’m a poem from my dream.
I am God and 11 centuries old.
To survive in America with LIES:
it’s beautiful and it matters
til ten pm.

I’ve been alive in case of the first art.
Really, I hung up some chaos.
the rest into anything else
the rest into anything else

It’s Friday night.
That poem about it glows, though.

DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS SIMPLE.
DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS PERFECT.
IT’S ON.

crowbara:

jetgreguar:

gaybabyrollins:

vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014

crowbara:

jetgreguar:

gaybabyrollins:

vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014

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renaissance smells
incense cones
witch magic
money pulling
manifesting real life
new apartment!
black brick accent wall
feline familiars
new paint jobs
sweet tigers
helpful acquaintances
moms
lauren saturn’s dad tweets
coworker friendships
alien chats
big plans
little plans
a bit more time
smartphones
cigarettes
steady stronger self control
physical transformation
personal revelation
mind changing
old friends
odd friends
friendly friends
absent friends
lost friends
screaming females
lists
gratitude
brain chemistry
witch magic

witch tips

- spells are bullshit. the most powerful magic comes from spontaneity, from novelty, from chaos

burn your spellbook

never perform a ritual the same way twice

it’s inside the seeming contradiction that the real power lies

AND YOUR THIGH, JUST OUTTA SIGHT

  • John Darnielle: A person doesn’t get like that by himself…. You don’t just wake up one morning and say, “You know, I’m just going to suck at marriage and fatherhood. I’m just going to become abusive.” That happens to you because you came from a place where that happened to you.
  • Marc Maron: Even if that’s the case, and being a rager myself, I imagine you’ve had to wrestle with it…
  • JD: You know, rage is not an issue for me. I became a lot more–
  • MM: You turned it in on yourself?
  • JD: Yeah.
  • MM: It’s all going in. “I’m going to beat me up.”
  • JD: Became a self-mutilator, became a big drug addict…
  • MM: “You’re not going to kick my ass, ’cause I am!”
  • JD: I’m better at it! “You’ll beat me, but you won’t get out knives.”
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot
….archetypes!

….archetypes!