silence outdoors
excepting the chirps of one bird
overgrown grass is a
wondrous vision to behold
in a moment of strong breeze
two candles burn,
nearly to their wick's end
smoke crawls through the room
from my last stick of incense
the blue octopus will be lonely
for awhile
a pint glass half full of pennies
not worth cashing
waits on the window sill
and that is all
there is left
the bird has given up
the flames dance wildly
their smoke curling up and out
where it lingers, drifts
exploring the space
some fleeing out the window,
cracked
and who can blame it
the air is cool,
its may
the day is gray
rain, all of the time
the grash is fiercly lush
it explodes
like my wallet
i am empty
but not in a sense of sorrow
empty |em(p)t|
adjective ( -tier , -tiest )
*not filled or occupied
*hungry
i'm open, free
no obligations
nothing to fall back on
no option but to
change
however i desire
and i have been
desiring something
unknown..
that is all
no conclusion, reason
no deep insight into life
no metaphors
just enjoying a simple and wonderful moment
and thats all there is to do sometimes
curtains part and the show goes on
lying here in bed, spying on
the outdoors
its little wonders
like a branch that quivers
ever so slightly
in the shifting air
if you take the time to really look
the other day i saw a giant slug. it was a rich, brown, distinct leopard print on its front half. and light and dark brown vertical stripes on its back half. i have never seen anything quite like it..
last week i went to nyc. jersey. and philly! it was a fucking epic trip as they always are.
arrived in nyc around 1 a.m. and met up with zepp101
closed out ace bar on a monday night void of other patrons
made out of babies was on the juke box. awesome.
chat and smokey smoke once back in jersey at six a.m.
took the train back into the city tuesday morning,
for the sole purpose of devouring kati rolls.
unda beef and shami kabab are my katis of choice. greatest food i have ever tasted in. my. life.
returned to jersey for the car.
drove to philly with frankie fuckin bones the fuckin second.
got motel whiskey drunk with a scenic view.
caught the coheed second stage turbine blade tour at the electric factory. (amazing.)
beers.
slept late. jammed out on a hearty breakfast at a jersey diner.
went to the mutter museum. coolest fucking museum i've ever seen.
if you love creepy gnarley wierd shit, skeletons, and skulls as much as me, please check it out.
fetal skeletons are adorable as kittens, i don't care how morbid it sounds!
photos weren't allowed but of course i snuck a few.
journals bound in leathered human flesh.
rain began to pour down torrentially as soon as we left
but i made it safely to the megabus (glorious thing that it is for traveling souls)
and zipped back to pittsburgh.
then i started a new job which probably won't last long and isn't worth elaborating on.
had a lovely weekend well spent with my dude
hanging out. drinking lots of whiskey and beer.
playing scrabble. watching yummy latex babes in underworld.
making lots of bacon dishes. being lots of naked.
sleeping late. listening to rad jams. etc. etc.
=
still working on dostoevsky's the idiot. which is fabulous.
but have also been breezing through the great shark hunt for a second time.
sometimes i just get uncontrollable cravings for the ravings of hunter s. thompson
and all other literary endeavors are put on hold.
the past few days i've been listening to alot of latitudes, adai, depeche mode, voyage in coma, young widows, dinosaur jr, hum, and muddy waters.
\m/ \m/
well i guess thats all for now.
keepin it real.
keepin it wierd.
keepin it bacon flavored.
til' we meet again my love-a-ronis
<3 Rexx
excepting the chirps of one bird
overgrown grass is a
wondrous vision to behold
in a moment of strong breeze
two candles burn,
nearly to their wick's end
smoke crawls through the room
from my last stick of incense
the blue octopus will be lonely
for awhile
a pint glass half full of pennies
not worth cashing
waits on the window sill
and that is all
there is left
the bird has given up
the flames dance wildly
their smoke curling up and out
where it lingers, drifts
exploring the space
some fleeing out the window,
cracked
and who can blame it
the air is cool,
its may
the day is gray
rain, all of the time
the grash is fiercly lush
it explodes
like my wallet
i am empty
but not in a sense of sorrow
empty |em(p)t|
adjective ( -tier , -tiest )
*not filled or occupied
*hungry
i'm open, free
no obligations
nothing to fall back on
no option but to
change
however i desire
and i have been
desiring something
unknown..
that is all
no conclusion, reason
no deep insight into life
no metaphors
just enjoying a simple and wonderful moment
and thats all there is to do sometimes
curtains part and the show goes on
lying here in bed, spying on
the outdoors
its little wonders
like a branch that quivers
ever so slightly
in the shifting air
if you take the time to really look
the other day i saw a giant slug. it was a rich, brown, distinct leopard print on its front half. and light and dark brown vertical stripes on its back half. i have never seen anything quite like it..
last week i went to nyc. jersey. and philly! it was a fucking epic trip as they always are.
arrived in nyc around 1 a.m. and met up with zepp101
closed out ace bar on a monday night void of other patrons
made out of babies was on the juke box. awesome.
chat and smokey smoke once back in jersey at six a.m.
took the train back into the city tuesday morning,
for the sole purpose of devouring kati rolls.
unda beef and shami kabab are my katis of choice. greatest food i have ever tasted in. my. life.
returned to jersey for the car.
drove to philly with frankie fuckin bones the fuckin second.
got motel whiskey drunk with a scenic view.
caught the coheed second stage turbine blade tour at the electric factory. (amazing.)
beers.
slept late. jammed out on a hearty breakfast at a jersey diner.
went to the mutter museum. coolest fucking museum i've ever seen.
if you love creepy gnarley wierd shit, skeletons, and skulls as much as me, please check it out.
fetal skeletons are adorable as kittens, i don't care how morbid it sounds!
photos weren't allowed but of course i snuck a few.
journals bound in leathered human flesh.
rain began to pour down torrentially as soon as we left
but i made it safely to the megabus (glorious thing that it is for traveling souls)
and zipped back to pittsburgh.
then i started a new job which probably won't last long and isn't worth elaborating on.
had a lovely weekend well spent with my dude
hanging out. drinking lots of whiskey and beer.
playing scrabble. watching yummy latex babes in underworld.
making lots of bacon dishes. being lots of naked.
sleeping late. listening to rad jams. etc. etc.
=
still working on dostoevsky's the idiot. which is fabulous.
but have also been breezing through the great shark hunt for a second time.
sometimes i just get uncontrollable cravings for the ravings of hunter s. thompson
and all other literary endeavors are put on hold.
the past few days i've been listening to alot of latitudes, adai, depeche mode, voyage in coma, young widows, dinosaur jr, hum, and muddy waters.
\m/ \m/ well i guess thats all for now.
keepin it real.
keepin it wierd.
keepin it bacon flavored.
til' we meet again my love-a-ronis
<3 Rexx
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Here's sincere wishes you find a good job; being out of work is often the antithesis of what rocks, even if you're handling it well.