election

It's a scene from the movie. It's an isle at the store. It's the view of a canyon. The sound of a sword.  It's an orchard of peaches. Your wife in the shower. While you wait for appointments. Or as you walk through the park.  Oh. uh oh. Erection.  You know it's not only love dear. That can flip the switch off. You know it probably should be. Maybe god fucked it up.  Oh uh oh. Erection.  It boiled up like a tower. A monument in the park. It's the cock of a rifle. A memory in the dark.  You tried to keep it a secret. But now the world's gonna know. You tried for perfection.  But then oh uh oh. erection. oh uh oh. erection.

if i were anything but human i'd be a ghost

i need someone to tell me that everything will be okay...

and that i'm not a total fuck up.

m83. too late.

I look into your eyes Diving into the ocean I look into your eyes Falling! Like a wall of stars We are ripe to fall And if you are a ghost I'll call your name again And if you are a ghost I'll call your name . . . You, always

stay away

i've got a disease thats contagious as f***

the most sensetive spots on the vaginal wall are to the lower left and lower right, and the greatest source of sensations is only about 2 inches in... I wish my life was a vagina, and someone would fuck me... Or at least give me a finger... I feeeeel nothing but emptiness.

NOT ONE REASON

I can not think of one single reason why my body is still breathing

tgftkoc

You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.

dopamine depletion

year of silence

Minn besti vinur hverju sem dynur
Ég kyngi tári og anda hári"

"Illum látum, í faðmi grátum
Þegar að við hittumst
Þegar að við kyssumst

i am such a fucking asshole

i hate being like this.

consciousness is a congenital hallucination

THERES HOPELESS SMILES BRIGHTER THAN MINE

find a way to find a way.

fuck what you think about being happy.
It's a hoax.
Once you're finally happy, and reach the pinnacle,
you've only got one way to go; it's down.
So far low.
Lower than anywhere you ever were, when you once thought things were grey,
But all it really is, is you've never felt so good.
SO make me mediocre, esteem has thorn-ed my side,
I once tasted perfection, but told her it wasn't right.
Fuck all security has to offer, I'm not ready to be tied,
Im more man than one man should be, but not man enough try.
My lungs don't feel with breath now, my heart feels like a well
the source that's full of living, just enough till anger swells.
I could break through walls and crush a skull, I could fucken kill right now,
I'm just about to lose it all, but i've never quite known how.
I'm gonna prevail. Gonna bottle up this hurt.
I'm gonna find a way to find a way to avenge these words.
For now... FUCK.

my new hair cut might by hip as shit, but it ain't worth havin to feel like this.

Surgery

So, now i will compare infatuation to surgery. The woman, anesthetizes her victim with her charm and good looks, and lures him into sleepy security. Once that man has his eyes closed, she begins to string tiny iron chords around his heart...now, by this time, he is slowly becoming more and more wary of how much power she has over him. Unfortunately it is too late. He is brought back to reality all at once when she takes all of the iron chords, and with one monstrous pull, his heart is wrenched from his chest. She leaves before he can fully recover, and he is then forced to walk around the earth feeling the icy cold air on the exposed red flesh of his inner chest, in the very location his heart used to be.

Pandora's Box

I will submit to you today an argument for what was really released the day the lid on Pandora's box was lifted. I believe that it wasn't all the horrors of the world that was released, rather the catalyst of the horrors. I believe that when mankind opens their heart to love, then he opens himself to the ugliest of hatreds. If two men fall in love with one woman, there is never a good outcome, even though the best possible intentions were exhibited. One man will win, and the other man will experience a deep hurt, that will lead to hatred. Does hatred exist without love?