I dig it.

A Path, A Carry

she had a license in the store
for the dealers at the door
i had a pain in my neck

hurt in the time of the suffering
hurt in the time of the music
choose it from a carefully selected list of

apothecary items
find one and then

snort
eat
drink
consume

and dispose it
dsps
despise
depose
dispose

died
to live
take off those clothes
and text me.

Bulldozed.

As an overall photo-less person, I’ve decide to use tumblr to post the things I write. Usually, in the dead of night.

kalediscope
a soft rain
on a front porch
a dinosaur
going home again

little girls
and a little boy
blue jean dress
and a white turtleneck
dark red hair
her backyard there

the smell
of a thousand homes
triggers the things that i’ve known
the simple sound of a moan
reminds me that i’m not alone.

though we’ve all since grown
a part remains alone

a hamster 
in a ball
running around
unaware of the fall

do you think about that at all?

a bulldozer
to a row of trees
crushed your little heart
unintentionally 

do you remember that at all?

sorry folks

afterthesmoke:

youtube took down the oiam music video and claimed that umg owns the copyrights to our song. apparently, umg has the power to take down our video because one of their artists rapped on a beat that i made from scratch. this is why revolution is necessary. we need less corporate power. we need more artist power. we need more people power. - anthony x²

power to the people, right on.

would you like some cheese with that…

spilling white wine on white curtains
is not an exusable offense,
like dropping ice cubes on the kitchen floor.
white wine doesn’t melt,
it lingers.
like snowcones in the snow. 

and i’m sinking into my bed
as white curtains go to my head.

double. stop..