Never Surreal Enough

Torn from paper, edited, revised, posted and forgotten about. The joy of misremembering! NY, NY since 1986

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WHO WHAT WHERE WHY WHEN HOW?  

creative rush!

Not to distract, but I can’t stop the crackling in my head. I’m feel inspired to create, but I need to take a vacation before putting things on paper. Editing does become fun, but commitments can feel more like obligations than learning experiences. Thankfully, Spring Break has started for me.

I am hoping to go to more events related to Creative Writing in my area. Who knows what may happen? I leave that up in the air.

FOUND NEAR ASTOR PLACE, NYC! HELP THIS MAN FIND HIS FISH!

FOUND NEAR ASTOR PLACE, NYC! HELP THIS MAN FIND HIS FISH!

Obstuction / Visual Poem / Parody 

I am not looking to make memes, I wanna make zines more image heavy and beautiful.

How can I improve upon this format? does anyone have any tips?

Obstuction / Visual Poem / Parody

I am not looking to make memes, I wanna make zines more image heavy and beautiful.

How can I improve upon this format? does anyone have any tips?

Reblogged from al-grave
wewereastrokeofluck:

stickinemwithpointyendsandlace:

al-grave:

I just want to hug it. Does anyone know what kind of dog this is?

It’s a Chusky (Chow Chow + Husky).

im fucking crying


Buchowsky!

wewereastrokeofluck:

stickinemwithpointyendsandlace:

al-grave:

I just want to hug it. Does anyone know what kind of dog this is?

It’s a Chusky (Chow Chow + Husky).

im fucking crying

Buchowsky!

(via weggles)

FUCK. I CARE.

Fuck. I care.
In sleep I wear
the dreams I tear to pieces.
Fuck. I care
Awake I bear
the burden of being wholly.

Someone else will start to see
I’m becoming more than just me.
I’m becoming the influential sucker.

And it goes on
the love I leave
received in others hearts.
Maybe they’ll intertwine
just for the time when I’m near
or when their fears become their love.

Someone else will start to see
I’m becoming more than just me
I’m becoming the influential lover.
Someone else will start to see
I’m becoming more than just me
I’m becoming the influential fucker

Because I care.
Because I care.
Because I care.
Because I care.
Fuck I care.
Fuck I care.
Fuck I care.
Fuck I care.
Fuck I care.

Neanderthals (Nazi Defense) 2.3.14

I know it’s true:
you want a snapshot I can’t provide.

In earnest mimicry,
I will try.

Still sitting subjects,
we wait for never-coming trains
belonging to a moment flooded with artificial light.

We should never have come.

Drunk with conclusion,
acquaintances become notions.

These people try to be nice, but,
he cannot overcome his stupid accent
while she cannot go on misremembering.

Paralyzed by frightful desolation,
we sat with probable cause
hoping they would come back to weeeeeee,
but LaLa, no butts to be seen.

We belong in obscene museums
where compassionate beings are suspended in space,
ostracized from interacting.

Onlookers gaze, perplexed yet pitiless,
failing to reflect paradoxes between practice and ideals.

    “Those people were selected because they were weak.”

Their bodies project understanding,
but their thoughts fail to connect the blue dots.

The plaque below reads:
“We were just doing what we were told.”

nameless, blamess, ageless…

[CD (not because anyone told you, but because you were open and pain was washed away)]

The people who love
wear love on their skin.

They believe in the potency of dreams
and pulsing blood over streams of thought.

They see beauty as natural.

They perceive the willing embrace
most worthy of fulfilling desire.

Not a sequence of chasteness;
They know love splays consistently -
Spraying each moment with new orbits.

From the gut you’ll derive the meaning of life.

WE are all to sense something great
and actualize our place with sensation.

We must be provoked into seeing,
not just prodded with graces ever so often.

There is meaning in feeling.
There is meaning in being.
There is meaning in being with someone you really love.
There is meaning if you belong,
not to just anyone -
not to just any idea -
but to your SELF above all else.

Watch the towers of falseness shatter
as beliefs begin to fall
and rebuild themselves stronger
before setting root as you thought you should in the past.

You will have to embrace much carbon
before finding constellations tattoo your skin.
(Don’t let me take that away.)

my tumblr turns 3. my grandma turns 101

If thoughts are bliss, I am in heaven.

Faulty knowledge cannot
stop wandering in disrepair.

Cloud raiments precipitate infinitely.
Covertly, man becomes woman.
Woman is infinite.
Her aura descends…

Once, SHE prevented hypothermic
tundra treks.
Now, SHE undresses alone.

There is no one to barter with.
My clothes become extraneous.
I sleep naked and afraid
sweating pitifully and unconditioned.

The deck of mind shuffles.
Each season confusing newness.

Washing my face in the sink,
I let my heart dribble a little.
It slips down the drain.

The sun was out today.

ishanijasmin asked: i didn't really think about the connotations of 'being sexual', i guess i meant to be a sexual being to be sexualised or to sexualise yourself y'know?

As a male who isn’t like other males, I’ve panic around men-hating women. I started investigating perspective and I realize men and women are to blame.

Yes, rape is significantly bad for both parties, but the victim always is shamed for their actions/inactions. When I thought about it more, the aggressor always blamed the victim for their “sexuality” rather than hone up to the confusion. I understand that.

What I don’t understand is why sexuality never matures publicly especially for adults where being sexual is still seen as sluttiness. But, being sexual implies allowing the other person to participate whereas sexualizing your self is just confusing the terms. I think I know what you mean, but I don’t think anyone would really give EVERYONE permission to their body. Clothing is NOT permission, nor should it be.

Reblogged from ishanijasmin
Reblogged from ishanijasmin

come away from here, YOU

avian flu 7.10.13

My hair has grown long,
the ducks don’t give a shit.
They ferry across the water
without a care for my derriere.

They come from afar,
encircling mouthwatering
droplets of crumbs.

They sample glutinous delights
both soggy and filling.

They can’t care about carbs,
persistently unaware
of the bloat that could come.

As they float their lives away
atop circuses on water,
feasting on wheat and yeast scraps,
they fly away from their worries.

Diet plans, weight loss pills
and exercise routines
won’t stick to their bills.

Mallards of malaise, they arrive at a final dive
where they won’t have to deal
with my kind.

Alive inside, I die of inattention.
The very birds I feed detest me.

enjoy? - c’est la vie

[AB] - i want for you to be alive when one day you arrive at the seraphs call

the seraphs have such a ways to go
 before senses are detained -
 before grace is known –
 before absolving death -

the ruptured wasteland of ears cannot hear.
man imbibes all drugs
 opening passageways, incensing consciousness,
  but it cannot prepare him for the breadth.

the scope of our rationality, too narrow
 to perceive the past unfurling in the present
  assures uncertain futures.

(we lie, we lie. we ride, we fight.)

awful plots wrought, the ringing of hands,
 each body hangs in misappropriated space.
  invoke health. listen to the seraphs prayer:

man will not ever see eternity,
 nor can we ever grasp it inside our bodies.
  our ears are closed, our conceptions improvable.

improbably, man senses small fragments
 and proves he owns every thing
  since he can patent the life he gives the Earth.

the progression approaches infinity.

 seraphs wait in skies
  ready to blow their trumpets.

Reblogged from converseandflowercrowns
converseandflowercrowns:

My 12 string.



SO ENVIOUS! I’ve always wanted a 12-string.

converseandflowercrowns:

My 12 string.

SO ENVIOUS! I’ve always wanted a 12-string.

I think it’s stupid to have a blog and just explain the minutiae of your life. As a result, I have been crafting something new. It’s a sort-of zine-a-day project. Only sort of because I don’t have time and I don’t want to make an actual zine with this info (BUT IT COULD BE). I don’t exactly have money, but I have dreams.