Today I Turn 27, But Here's A Funny Video Of Me Last Year On My Birthday Dying For A Second. 💨

Streams and Blood Moons

i don’t know what to do

i can feel my bones cracking

my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch

of happiness, of breath,

of even the smallest movements i have

that remind me of you

because how could i ever forget

no matter what decision i try to make

no matter how much i try to fake

it just through the day

and i can taste what i ate this morning

and i can feel the tug on my back

and i can feel your pull on me from every side

i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up

and hold you so close at the same time

and i can’t sleep anymore

and sometimes i can’t even breathe

because you keep me there

in another world like i’m not really here

like i never have to sleep or breathe and

i can just be with you

growing like a rose

god, how could you let it be this close?

if you were really there why?

why would you give me this decision to make

to turn me into a murderer

make me into some torturer

of my own body and my own self care

just know you’ll always be a special one

you’ll always be my number one

my first, my always in debt

my knot around my finger so i never forget

but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling

i can feel my words fumbling

making the wrong things come out

making me scream and shout

when i don’t want to anymore

i don’t want to fight anymore

Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?

holycrimes

Night

When it's time to sleep, the midnight seekers come out to play Keep the fire, boys with tired eyes get thrown in the ashtray I've got Tina tinkering and tweaking on the couch to my right With her vacant eyes, and yet, such delight So tell me what the media says to that Or you can take a chance to see where it’s really at Airbrushed magazines at gasoline pumps romanticize And fantasize anything for a knock-out story, I know

All I’ve heard for the past seven hours Is constant conversation with sharp fixation Of useless information about certain creation Like the concept of time while I scribble this rhyme Over the doors of perception I will forever climb Because society is wrong and reality is yours for the taking And making an experience So here’s some coherence I know you’ve been so curious about

These are regular people And the least bit of evil So smart, it’s an art Craving knowledge all the way back from the start Who analyze all the fine print In still bodies with mouths that sprint

28 June 2014

We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.

X,

Night

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.

i can't believe it's been two years. every time i wake up in the middle of the night, i wish you were there like how we used to stay up for hours getting lost in conversations. you were always who i came to when i needed someone to listen, or when i just wanted to share something. and i like to think i was always there for you even though i didn't know you as long as everyone else. i miss you more and more each day that passes and i will never forget the impact you had on my life.

me n my little lucifer (lucy) watching tv

Lights and Sounds

Feeling amped Let's take it back to camp I'll show you what's it's all about Hip bones jutting out Don't forget to scream and shout About it. Don't you know how I feel Because this is reality but it's not real You know I'm a big deal One day I'll go far See my name in lights like a shining star It's wearing off, I'm wearing thin Let's just hope I keep my real skin

Hippies welcome