One Hundred Years of Solitude today,
its one of my favorites.

I’ll never forget Pietro Crespi,
the sing-song sadness about him.
Its an air far too familiar.

Still alive who you love,
sadly not in his case
but never the matter.

Blunted
searching for the individual.
I wish time magazine would have
named the individual the person of the year,
since this is the year that they’ve almost all but completely
vanished.

Its this carwash and a laundry mat with a restaurant.
a ton of booji white people
but there were some bands playing
and you could vote who was better and shit
and i guess it was cool considering what it was and
Where the fuck it was lol.
Definitely gonna stay on my side of town LOL; but it was cool

Had a fucking awesome
lamb burger with sweet potato fries
at a fucking carwash laundry mat with
a fucking lineup lol
it was bizzar

stupidphresh:

askyfull:

constantly reminded that perhaps I do not fit in anywhere. At least, not in a neat, packaged manner. Here’s to that.

Here, here.

With each breath of life
Death begins plotting his plan
to eradicate

Wandering minstral
sing your sweet songs of joy and
never cease to sing

Do I dare to ask
questions sitting on my heart
heavier than stone

Sweet silent night, where
in the depths of your silence,
can i find answers

Rereading Dharma Bums is definitely doing it for me.
Definitely been feeling pretty Kerouac here lately.

wrote five haikus today.
which is a lot considering
its been almost two years
since i stopped seriously writing them.

my books about half full now
and im aiming to fill the rest.
someone told me i should try to publish it.
wasn’t the first time ive heard this
and its not the first time its crossed my mind but
i dunno,

i dont think im ready for that kind of
exposure.

i mean, these haikus are my feelings. ya know.
its almost like each one is its own sentiment being.

Oh abysmal heat
burning deep inside of me
longing to be free

got a tv for free
got a raise
had an awsome dinner with my sister
watched some movies that i actually like
faced a blunt

solid day
a night that feels like day
which are my kind of nights here lately
definitely not mad