June 2013
29 posts
Life is a faggot.
Spacegrass
Clutch
Next Friday needs to hurry the fuck up and get here so I can go have these guys rock my face off live again
Spacegrass- by Clutch (from Clutch)
My destiny is not to be happy with you or because of you. My existence is irrelevant and shallow, I have no past present or future. I am a shadow that wonders, no one sees me, they see my reflection but not me. I am soulless and damned to walk in darkness with only flickers of light to give me false hope. I swallow hard choking on my own silence. I want to scream, I want to die, I want out of this body and mind.
“Those who escape hell, however, never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.”
—Charles Bukowski (via patronsaintofbaddecisions)
“
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
