August 2011
21 posts
s-star blur
an interstellar intercourse between the infinite inferior intelligence superior, indifferent
pyre
burning for what?
for us what else?
a kind of rock & roll suicide
she is destroyed by their meaning of rock & roll now i’m her groupie
3 tags
& a dream
rockwriteon:
im on the come up,
sketched toons stay tuned, watch my throne.
never settling.
hand in hand
the conclusion was concussive the misery was massive then came the sadness hand in hand with summer madness
timeless
cute, cute crescent moon sand crabs in the hourglass burrowed under time
Bichael Blubery
i’m beaten by my ineffective daydreaming, Bichael Blubery
22
So now I’m 22, aint that a gas?
2.5 to 22
in 2.5 hours i turn 22
picup artist
you were orbiting around an utmost perfect picturesque picnic
who we are
slipping into the shimmering shabby glass sky that’s not who we are
my love four you is not the holy trinity but one step ahead <4
myst
i’m washing my jeans in a blue bowl of your tears we centrifugate
What a fucking worthless day except for hanging out with the life-enjoyer and Armaniboy at his crib …
the width of a circle
sweetwater
sweetwater sweatshirt thanks to a tank top (oh) we’re cuddling up against the sherbet shores
that bloody mary ...
i’m as crushed as ice in a caipirinha that bloody mary …
I think what I love the most is a quiet pond surrounded by nothing but wilderness.
myth
go on, create your mythology on the rocks of the reefy roll
July 2011
37 posts
dissonant harmonics short-circuit electronics
holding on to a defensive stance drinking refrigerated resonance
well, from now on i'll get personal!
stockholm is hot today and i’m taking care of a sick gf. well, she’s not THAT sick you know …
what’s up with y’all?
i went crescent
son of son
a crucial fix in front of the crucifix just like Jesus’ son
Klockan slår kalvfondue och därmed arton i Galapagosgossarnas klubbhus beläget på Nattmarustigen femtioett. Dacky Blogow blåser i visselpipan och alla gossar samlas runt det triangulära bordet i allrummet.
”Ja, ni. Vad ska man säga? Smaka väl!”
Gossarna börjar glufsa i sig den slafsiga sörjan och Saffy Carltjack svassar fram till bordet i sina högklackade pjucks för att utföra...
he’s defeated by the sna k k k k k k k ee e e king
once upon a time: antarctica was amputated from her arctic girlfriend
they were such a cool couple under the auroras surrounded by mist and ghost ships
vast
gigantic lighthouses flotsam & beach houses the sea of us the big, big lake you’re coming with the tide i’m leaving by a trade wind
somewhere out there we’ll meet
i’ll be a siren, merman of the blue you’ll be tired, and a mermaid, too
on the horizon: musical visionaries moving with the beat
man/moon
42 years ago: Man. Moon.
meek
kick out the slick lick in what’s on shotgun, shotgun killed Joe Meek
another
another one bites the crust one dusted off the circuits another one took the shortcuts one weaves when asleep
2.
The Dream Duke gazed from above. Jealous he was: jealous of the jellyfish swimming so freely in the salty seas, jealous of the receivers of first kisses and jealous of the hunchback hitchhiker who’s crooked thumb points to the sky somewhere along the prisoned freeway in the realm of Car Count Jessie.
1.
There were these skeptics in the myriad of men, amassed amongst the platoon of pretending pretentious paper cut people of Transcendence. Over the clouds hovered the airship of Dream Duke Chester, fat & swollen, whacked & bruised in the spectral sphere surrounding the All.
happiness in pseudonyms
spasmic magic re-strings my guitar far out, closing in digging out a desert djinn
my teacup’s filled with coffee, coffee, coffee, cough too hot, too bitter
Grandslacker Seb -> narwhal's nirvana
Grandslacker Seb has taken over the narwhal’s nirvana … gee, what’ll happen now?
once upon a time twice upon a restless horse once upon a chair
stone/rock/boulder
stone/rock/boulder in snow white appalachia mountains of the gods
we are gone since long like a sunken continent controversial
boy
the moon is as full as i’m full with pure, pure joy cause i’m still a boy
stun locked and stuck in the width of a circle that shapes me into square
if the universe is endless, then you are the center point of all
