me crying today
holy holy i just wanna keel over
from how much i hate this person
and also how much i hate hating this person
deadly cycle–> a lot of self-pity but also i hate myself
why
complain
tiny insane baby at the wheel, it’s go time
it’s a print i made
I am so distracted
by latent love,
by love lain incubating,
my love pulse thru my fingers my sense a warm green moss a vibrant a vigor
my love love my real love my lust love my heaving my swaying my
steady,
coils round and round,
step, spin, serpentine in crimson,
venusian in crimson,
little nemophila glowing under blacklight
I am the churn of this
universe,
I am the slow spinning,
god’s nausea (our rhythm)
oh darlin’
darlin’ I don’t know who I’m callin’ oh
darlin’ I’m the
churn
we all return
to the same earthen
urn,
the same deep womb whence we emerged into destitution,
sudden individualism,
but I turn and turn in a field of little blue flowers budding, mid-bask in crimson–and I suppose what I’m saying is–
what with coming and returning,
what with knowing we’re exiled from the great cosmic something (matterless, porous, negation)
what with all that understanding,
what’s to keep you from molting your
skins of fear!
come nigh to me come
lie with me I’m
warm my breath suspended
in a trove of supple secrets
exhaled unto nobody
my soul friend’s lovely lovely poetry
brooding olive
me right now exactly
being angsty on the interweb is very fun
i am also eating hummus
(via ssibyl-system)
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