Archive for October, 2012

acidtriponmichiganavegoneawry

Posted in a walk through the deep end of nothingness, foreshadowing, is it really real?, paranoia on October 31, 2012 by matt questionmark

wincing from the wet lake effect snow/wind
we crawl across coke filled streets
past the drunken wrecks
past the lost fouls
adorned in burberrybossbullshit
we scavenge for lost literature
in the snow filled cracks of reality
lost paragraphs emaciating
with the lack of being looked upon
we scavenge for pizza surrounded by mexicans
adrift in this snowfilth two tabs each
alone in this static and traffic
wincing
splicing the thoughts
fucking sentences like wind eats our ears
wandering upon a movie set
and crashing the coffee stand
YET WE CRAWL
into hidden staircases surrounded by actors
surrounded by the sudden warmth
of college faggotry
knees capped by roller skates
sliding down dormitory hallways
raping the sleep of 73 students
and attempting to marry each one
awaking underneath a living room table
scraping the drugs away from my eyes
the words written in black before my face: this too shall pass.

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verse/chorus/chorus

Posted in funny noises, is it really real?, this living is less than loving, what the hell is wrong with me? on October 16, 2012 by matt questionmark

vicious lines through the consciousness
they divide the light
they divide the color
sharp hearts
bleeding course dust
cutting the veins of this internal existence
corpse love
the backwards romances that followed
empty as the tank in the car I’ll never have
limp dicking through reality
wishing the past was the present
denying the fact that sometimes things just die
if only we could just get over this whole attachment to others deal
if only dreams were real
/these giant pink slits in the black nucleus of my fullness
of the dark matter
that seeps through us all/
-this all said by a 6 year old me, in singsong voice, walking through the dark brush, in October, he acted out, as if it was a choice-

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chip n glass

Posted in Uncategorized on October 7, 2012 by tony saputo

the older i become
the more
i drink
and the less i care
to ever
speak
again

 

 

remember me

Posted in playing with matches and pissin' the bed on October 6, 2012 by tony saputo

in shit we all gaze for moments
time calls and leaves as she wishes
lucidity awake appears and dis
still here

when a man has shadows for home
all you need is light
from every angle
to never be see again

remember me?
remember me.

all it takes is the beginning
the
end
just
comes