Not all messages are displayed: show all messages (371 of them)Can someone tell Batman why not?!?Reply to: pers-164487✧✧✧@craigsl✧✧✧.o✧✧Date: 2006-05-25, 8:25AM EDTcan someone tell Batman why not?!?Why he can't luv Batgurl? Why can't he luv Batgurl? What's wrong with luving Batgurl?Thanks! kisst plus kisses for Batgurl* this is in or around manhattan* yes -- it's ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests164487171
can someone tell Batman why not?!?
Why he can't luv Batgurl? Why can't he luv Batgurl? What's wrong with luving Batgurl?
Thanks! kisst plus kisses for Batgurl
* this is in or around manhattan* yes -- it's ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
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― The 25 Best Songs Ever Ranked In Order (Deflatormouse), Monday, 17 January 2022 02:09 (two years ago) link
There was a quiet family in a crooked landand a series of bad hands which came to surround themThey lived within a kind of bewildermentbut thought they were outside of itOne day the heavy fog fell on their porch at dusk
They were watching the oranges and bluesand noting the range of lavender hues on viewbut mostly they were listeningto cicada waves piling up on each other picking up the patterns in their rhythms andgetting their whole story and then somethe decayed phrases phasing and fading in and outpapering over the seams of the loopso there are no beginnings andno endings
only an old dog’s tail which keeps wagging every which way smelling like wet grass shavingsCome and get it while it’s still hotA person that never really wasTheir family lives on the corner of a blockYou might find near the end of the bookas a form of epiloguewhen the rising tension has been resolvedwhen the plot no longer thickensThey see their friends and warmly thank themIt’s as cold as the dickens out there, isn’t itI guess some things never change, do theyThese are the ones we come home tothe ones who have been missing usThat’s the story we like to tell ourselvesnot how it really was
The quiet part has been said quite loudlyCan we roll the credits now?Can we hear an old favorite in a new arrangement?We know something’s wrongbut we don’t have the same explanation for itbut do we have to have the same explanation?I remember when we didDo we at least agree that the sun has gone downNobody says anythingWe could all use a breather
When we step outside the shadows are detachedfrom the objects they used to representthey fill the valleys with a sense of dreadand grow strongest where there is no light at allI think they’re leading us to the bottom of a welland I’m strangely compelled to go along with their planto put a lid on me to be covered up and let it sink inthat I don’t have the faintest sense of what I’m dealing withthe window is closingPurple and black and darker still until the chill of my breath is the only thing that’s movingSomething small to take full account of
I’ll speak to you in the morningthe rustling wind under your door, whisperingthat something inevitable is approaching
― Karl Malone, Friday, 21 January 2022 05:16 (two years ago) link
King’s Highway
I saw a dog at a bus stopbut she wasn’t waiting and neither was anyone elseshe ran through the repair shop’s lotand everyone was moving away or staringShe worked her way a bit down the blockAnd was soon back in the traffic all the tires squeaked but no one honkedshe weaved through the cars likewater through a sieve andwound up west of the King’s Highway
I watched all of this in horror from the driver’s seat of my car from the very center of the same King’s Highwaytraffic rushing toward me from the left and away from the righttrapped from all sides in a left hand turn lane, waiting, having to wait, how long could it stay greenshe was running out in front of my wheels
some of the cars began to come to a stopI looked for anyone who was running toward the dogand found someone holding a leashher hands were in the air, frozen like me it seemed
The dog was back out in the streettire squeaks and still no honkingI put on my right-turn signaland felt the seat belt sting against my neckas my right hand gripped the passenger headrest
like thin rice noodles squeezing through a colanderI couldn’t believe I made it through the moving automobile lines and off of it to a taco bell parking spotand immediately leapt out of my car like a fool who still remembers to lock the door with aremote key while scanning the periphery
I ran down the street to the person with the leashAre you the ownerYes, her name’s NalaWhich way did she goI knew the answer before she answeredI saw itNala had turned off the King’s Highway down an alley
My black jacket made rapid plastic swishing noisesI was wearing gray mesh allbirds shoeswith gray pants and a gray shirtmy hair was lavender and yellow and orange and brownI’m a complete mess, I know itI took off, completely
She was looking at me, she kept looking back at mewhile still barreling down the alleyI turned the corner and ran like the T-1000that I used to be, for about a minuteprobably closer to thirty secondsit was a longer sprint then I can remembersince the pandemicBC AD BCE CEbefore and afterwhen meeting people was easyNala was on a leash and now we can’t find herbut I’m on her tracks, the only one with the sensor
I couldn’t catch my breath, I was pantingI went over the fence and through the back gatethere are no woodsthe alley was grass, then dirt, then concreteNala stands at a pass and looks both waysShe instinctively manuevers t-bones at top speed
Somehow I’m at the main street, the person holding the leash says to me, Her name’s NalaI’m EmmaShe won’t come to meShe knows we’re putting her awayA postal worker overhears usand is filled with disgustWe are one of the obstacles in her dayand I see the leashholder’s face is filled with bruised spotsEmma, she’s laughing and her eyes are emptyNala’s running toward the trainyardI keep chasing
the same landscape, again and againthe gas station, the restaurant, the intersectionthe tire change chain, the telephone lines hanging overthe cars, everywhere cars, starting the carsstarting the story in a car, gradually exiting a careveryone else is in a car, or otherwise waiting for somethingThis is a Thursday afternoon, this is a thousand placesthis is a hero with a thousand facessitting in a car
I almost caught herI was out of breathshe was down the blockabout 200 feet off and I calledNala! Nala, please! The same words from before but with a different texturenow I was down and Nala was the young pupmore than ready to run for another hourNala, please, Nalaand she came to me with her leash dragging on the ground behind herI could see the whites of her eyesin the prime of her prime of her primeand no discipline she came within 5 feet and I jumped the gunwith no discipline, I missed
I reached for the leash but it was beyond my capabilitiesand I saw it disappear down another alleythere was a girl watching and she askedis that your dog?and i said it’s not my pooch but I’m helpingand felt so silly and I sprinted again, off
I never did find herI was eight blocks away from my carI walked back. to my car. the car, the car.
I ordered 2 cheesy bean burritosI was out of breath andforgot to wear my maskand the man at the window hated meI thinkI never found her, I ran out of breath
― Karl Malone, Saturday, 29 January 2022 23:32 (two years ago) link
The street is cold the dawn is gray my heart says no but my head says stay
― calstars, Saturday, 29 January 2022 23:45 (two years ago) link
What a mess.What a horrible mess.
The rest of it, shortly to follow.
Where to begin?
The ending started as a walkwith talk of the “immediate future”.
It started in the garden of Eden.Adam dreamed of an Eveand was relieved of some of his burdens.He needed help and they felt no shame.
Dead end street.
The people in the steeple are dying to meetthe one-winged angel with mangy hair and sores on his feetto be blinded, to be brought to their kneesonce and then twice again.
Dead end street.Dead end street.
People are dying here on Dead End Street.
Here is the rest:
It’s a mess and we’re out of time.An archeologist digging through our wreckmight be disappointed with what they find.
They won’t find these wordslong since windsweptthe way we werethe way you arecannot be capturedI wonder what I have leftand when to leave
I am starting to believe in some thingsthat didn’t make much sense before
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:23 (two years ago) link
I love your poems Ztbd
― assert (matttkkkk), Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:44 (two years ago) link
that's nice of you to say, thank you! still working on that one a bit, but mainly hoping the kinks don't sue me :-o
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 01:58 (two years ago) link
also the occurrence of my life being "a mess" is starting to spike, this is alarming! shit
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 02:00 (two years ago) link
King's Highway and Skip to my Lou are the highlights for me
― assert (matttkkkk), Thursday, 3 February 2022 02:29 (two years ago) link
king's highway is a true story! it happened just the other day. it was simultaneously the most intense exercise i've had in several years and a very, very sad experience. i couldn't really capture any of it. the saddest part was the end, when the dog darted down a sidepath and through someone's backyard yet again, and i knew i was giving up. she had done this maybe 5-7 times already, in the past 20 minutes of chasing, and each time i would run down the street, up the alleys and behind the backyards, and somehow i'd catch a glimpse of her running off somewhere else, always 100 feet away, and i'd kept going. but this time i was just out of breath, and also i had run into the owner one more time and she was a walking drug casualty, just laughing off her dog sprinting through heavy traffic and near accidents and some weirdass stranger running all through the neighborhood after her, asking "did any of you see an off leash dog?" and getting absolutely ZERO answers from anyone, from a dozen different people, just nothing
― Karl Malone, Thursday, 3 February 2022 14:27 (two years ago) link
My uncles are overly mouthyThey have no idea just what is comingMy and my brother just sit and smirkWe both know fine well
My uncles aren't really my unclesthey're like my cousins, once removed? twice removed?Don't get me wrong, they're really fine fellowsJust no brains in their heads
My brother takes me outsideWants to smoke a CIGAR with meOh ok, but this makes me dizzyI prefer heroin
Back inside, plaster on a smile(I'd made a visit to my room, there was heroin)Those same uncles still in my faceThey don't know about the coming flood
And then two years passThe flood came, I live on the hillMy uncles live in the valleyDon't know what came of them
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:12 (two years ago) link
Actually I need to replace that line "they don't know about the coming flood", I'd rather leave the flood unmentioned until it actually arrives, ken? Otherwise I'm happy with what I just wrote right now
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:18 (two years ago) link
"they don't know about the heroin" I suppose is the relevant substitute
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:32 (two years ago) link
I went back to my roomStumbled once, hit my knee on the sinkNot a big deal, let's get back to itSome conversation about football
^^insert that in there
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 February 2022 13:36 (two years ago) link
haha, i like these uncles! these dumb butts talking about football, taking over your space
― Karl Malone, Saturday, 5 February 2022 17:15 (two years ago) link
Reconciliation
We’re sitting in your garage, this eveningwith the wide door open and it’s 46 degreestwo lawn chairs and two hot teaspeppermint of the Bigelow with no caffeine
It’s been 9 months since I talked to youIt’s been 10 and a half since he died andIt’s been 12 months since he went to the hospital
My neighbor is of the same beliefShe feels sorry for meshe says the vaccine causes mass infertility
Last week I scraped the ice off her car, my neighbor’s carIt took about half an hourand I felt like a good sonor a good someone who managed to do a good somethingI thought I used to do a good something everydayNow I write a poem to commemorate
We poured dog-friendly salt on the stairs to the streetShe has a job caretaking for the elderlyand has your same first name and is of the same agebut in other ways she is nothing like youShe’s an artist with her own studioShe prays the rosary
Am I allowed near Avalonif I don’t want to be If I don’t know how to laughat a joke like thatWhen I’m still talking and no one’s listeningexcept myself, and barely at that
Yet I think I’m the only voice of reasonin this situationThe one who knew to stay insideThe one who knew it would get so badtwo weeks earlier than most people didhere comes the jeremiad
…No, this time I don’t think I’ll share thatnot this time, I still want you to laughand I don’t want you to get caught upin the long tail unreasonable stuffthat the bulk of us seem to be stuck i
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 02:59 (two years ago) link
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― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 03:01 (two years ago) link
I heard a speedboat caught a wave and hoppedright over a dockIt started in the oceanIt landed in the baySomeone was underneath the boat when it happenedI’ve never seen anything quite like that, they saidIt flew right over my headThey were dry and he was soaking wet
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from the lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a ramp out into the waterthe ship accepted the lifttwin mechanical amphibiansthe boat slid up into the big rig which took off with a pop and a shower of smoke
I heard a firetruck showed up in the aftermathand as the crowd was dispersing some drunk man saidWhat are they gonna do, put out the ocean?!and no one laughed or made eye contactso this guy yelled it again, and his voice cracked -Are they gonna put out the wa-ter?the captive audience cringed and dispersed at greater distancesand a little kid kept asking Wait, what happened?
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:06 (two years ago) link
i am trying to be less longwinded
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:07 (two years ago) link
changed middle to
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from their lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a long metal rampthe ship met the lift and skipped from water to landmechanical amphibiansthe boat slid up into the big rig which then took off with a shower of gross smoke
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:17 (two years ago) link
one more once:
I heard this same boat sped straight through the inletluckily the beachgoers took notice and fledas the lifeguard took a video from their lookout perchthe back of an 18-wheeler opened upand extended a long metal rampthe ship hit the lift and slid into the big rigskipping from water onto landmechanical amphibianthe truck took off and left a shower of gross smoke
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 21:23 (two years ago) link
Here's a short something I wrote back in 2008, working as a dishwasher in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. I don't know if it's good or if it's embarrassing:
Over dishwater steam I witnessmy gorgeous intentions crumbling.Feta cheese over mixed greens.
Immersed in scalding watermy lobster-red hands reach for the stopperand pull.
― feed me with your chips (zchyrs), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:22 (two years ago) link
that brings up non-fond memories of washing dishes at long john silvers, back in the dayi was so slow, somehow, the slowest. the managers hated working with me because i'd still be washing the fucking dishes when they finished up the register
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:29 (two years ago) link
Aw, that sucks. The place I worked at was slow enough that I often had spare time to think up tiny poems I still remember 14 years later. I actually sorta liked that job. Free food and fairly low expectations.
― feed me with your chips (zchyrs), Saturday, 12 February 2022 22:33 (two years ago) link
me and my dog have a running gag about works in progress. they're called works in pawgress. :P
On tonight’sunsolved mysteryAn ordinary manfacing an uncertain destinypulled back the curtainsand dug beneath the leavesa car pulled up into the drivewayhe didn’t recognize the driverhe brought in some groceriesthe blinds closedthe smoke alarm was out of batteriesthe garbage can was overflowingthe dog kept whiningthe key didn’t fit the lockthe basement door is openthe botched wood filling jobthe siding is crumblingthe third floor balconythe broken statue in the morning
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 00:26 (two years ago) link
soundtrack: ba-Dom ba-Dom-ba Dom bum, ba-Dom ba-Dom-ba Dom BING____
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 00:27 (two years ago) link
Z I hope you have a more permanent archive and a way to reach a wider audience, these are great and have a real "voice". Genuinely great writing for my money.
― assert (matttkkkk), Sunday, 13 February 2022 04:47 (two years ago) link
these are great
― plax (ico), Sunday, 13 February 2022 15:40 (two years ago) link
thank you both, that's very encouraging, i appreciate it!
i just keep them in the most permanent place of all: a Notes note called "uh oh it's poetry time again"
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 16:49 (two years ago) link
the most permanent tbd place on the internet:
http://zachtbd.xyz/poems.html
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 20:36 (two years ago) link
Unsolved Mystery
On tonight’sunsolved mysteryAn ordinary manfacing an uncertain destinypulled back the curtainsand dug beneath the leavesa car pulled into the alleyan unrecognized driverwho brought in some groceriesthe blinds closedthe smoke alarm was out of batteriesthe garbage can was overflowingthe dog kept whiningthe front key didn’t fit the lockthe basement door is wide openthe faucet and the drain are corrodingthe botched job is still unfinishedthe siding is crumblingthe third floor balconythe broken statue in the morning
He parked up there near the rivernear the fire that’s still burningthere is a road that goes over and aroundsomeone is watching from the treesobserving an actor in an reenactment describing the criminal act as witnessedto a detective in a too-long tan overcoatthat brushes up against the wet grassand the mud keeps them slidingacross the scene of the crimethis case has become rather slipperythe slate of evidence has been wiped clean
If you or anyone you know has any information about the cases you've seenplease contact your local law enforcement officialsand tell them that you will be investigating because you can’t count on them to follow-up competentlyor promptlyor meticulouslyor at all
Tell them that you’re filming a moviea documentary about what may have been seenone loud blue night by the cataractsthe spectacular cascades were hidingthe end of a span of lifea body with a water-logged chestopposite of emptinesscould not catch a breathwhen their life depended on itand so they found the very endand sunk into the bed
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 21:59 (two years ago) link
if you want to hear how i read it, complete with copyright infringement music, i put it here: http://zachtbd.xyz/poems/UnsolvedMystery.m4a
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 22:17 (two years ago) link
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that againwhen I reach the end of my savingswhen I’m digging under the bottomto see how deep I can really go godo you know what I mean?Ask me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see if I really meant anythingwhen I was saying iteven as I was saying it
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can beI’m as happy as a clamas happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and worrying so muchburning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’when I know there should instead be silenceI keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for thisand count on someone else to pay for my ticket
‘I’m set free, I’m set free, I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were mine, but that’s Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganan ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never never want to step out of itYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350Luxury, discovery, revision, and reinvention”Do they still make ads like that
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 08:35 (two years ago) link
We should start on timeas in space, most of it is emptinesswe can live to the extent that we can fill it up and make a place in the vast expanse of nothing
there are countless endless long tails of the infiniteyou can walk halfway to the end and then do it againad infinitum, that’s infinitesimalthat’s the quality of being indefinitely reaching toward something that gets closerin space but not in timeyou’re always in motion but you never seem to arrive
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that again in a minutewhen I reach the end of my checking accountand we’ll see how deep it really goeswhen I’m digging beneath my bottomGod, I don’t want a digital walletAsk me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see how much I meant of what I was sayingof everything above, everything belowas much as one can, after reflection, sayas below, as above
I am not in love with thinking about moneyit’s the kind of thing only a fucking prickwould spend their time withI know it’s not right to speak of itgreasy wheeled spoonfuls with print of multiple licksit’s the secret sauce of societywe all know that
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can bewhy, I’m as happy as a clam on a holiday!!I’m as happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and reading and trying not to worry so muchbut also burning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that so literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onfor a real long whileI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’but and then — and there’s always a but, buts and thens, when I know there should instead be silenceand then when there finally isI rev up the engineand I keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for this kind of thingI know I’ll do it again
‘I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were me, that was Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost myself in it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganfrom an ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never ever want to step out of this carin god we trust in our motor vehicleYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350 Luxurydiscovery, revision, and reinvention
Do they still make ads like thatThey don’t make ads for the pennilessthey do but that’s not the primary audience
I’m living for whoever is still believingin the possibility of creating meaningthrough living rather than waitingfor a truth which will never come to manifestrather than waiting to die as a form of escapismwhen I say GOP death cult I mean every bit of ityes I’m on the left and I know you don’t care whyHow long can I get by on nothing but butter and bluster and gall?Ask 45, it’s better not to think of it
If the clouds suddenly partand the trumpets call and avoice speaks down to us allI will bow down in front of itonce and for allthere’s always a lower place you can fallthere is no bottom on a ball in spacethere’s no end to the indefinite crawl
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 22:53 (two years ago) link
Met up in the Red HallI couldn't hear over the Three DegreesSo let's go for a walkHave a smoke, have a talk
He gave me the lowdownSotto voce: "Hey, with friends like these..."Then he just trailed offTurned away, faked a cough
He said it would be be fineNo one would get hurt, it would be a breezeI couldn't parse his winkSo I just asked for time to think
I should have known betterBad things always tend to come in threesThe Boom-Truth and The KnifeHave never got me far in life
I told him I loved himAs an afterthought, in parenthesesTacked it on to the endScanned it over, then clicked "Send"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:03 (two years ago) link
I'm trying to deliberately leave out the important shit recently, like to the extent of deleting verses. All ominous threat-of-flood, no details of flood. Doughnut-shaped poems, all outside no middle.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:07 (two years ago) link
Also taking on board what KM said about reading them aloud, so actually they maybe lose something without specific intonation and phrasing
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:10 (two years ago) link
oooh, i like that one quite a bit JHM, that's some good stuff!
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:34 (two years ago) link
whoa
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:17 (two years ago) link
sorry to post the same exact lines again, but i just came upon an interesting feature in sublime text, which i usually only use for programming stuff, back when i tried to do that. anyway, i wanted to see what the poem above, the one that starts with "we should start on time", would look like as a kind of long paragraph, kind of like how i usually post actually, oops. but anyway - that did not work, but instead i came upon sublime text's ability to randomize the lines of a selection, which includes line breaks, so that when it puts it back together it creates new stanzas and pairings. some of these new randomized sections are much better than what i was very much trying to do, ha! the matrix is real. jk
anyway, here's the sublime text-edit:
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it’s better for my mental health, for all of usthat we can fill it up How long can I get by on Sounds like a decent life planI thought I could be whatever I wanted to beand we’ll see how deep it really goes
‘I’m set freeflub infinity
you can walk halfway to the end and then do it againright now, writing and reading and trying not to worry so muchwhen I’m digging beneath the bottomthrough living rather than waitingit’s the kind of thing only a fucking prickAsk me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’voice speaks down to us allyes I’m on the left and I know you don’t care whyon nothing but butter and bluster and gall?I’m not between jobs when I say GOP death cult I mean every bit of itwhen I reach the end of my checking accountit’s the secret sauce of society“Discovery, revision, and reinventionbut I wanted so much to believe in that ideato find a new illusion’but you’ll know the pit is bottomlesswe can live to the extent as w ith space, most of it is emptinessI’m speaking but you’re not listeningthat’s the quality of being indefinitely I’m as happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenAsk me to say that again in a minuteand I keep on talking, it happened againI don’t want you to worry about meI wish that were me, that was Lou ReedI don’t know who I amand the trumpets call and aas below, as abovebut and then — and there’s always a but, in some ways not much has changedfor a truth which will never come to manifestI don’t blame youfrom an ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
In God we trust in our motor vehicleI have completely lost myself in it only to find it againwould spend their time withdiscovery, revision, and reinventionthere’s always a lower place you can fa lland then when there finally isI’m as happy as I can beI know I’ll do it again
you’re always in motion but you never seem to arriveand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’ with me
I am not in love with thinking about moneyall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz and make a place in the vast expanse of nothingfor a real long whileI tend to go on and onwell, they do but that’s not the primary audienceYou’ll never ever wanna step out of this carI rev up my engine
as much as one can, after reflection, sayof everything above, everything belowWhen I hear it I think of how many timeswe all know that why, I’m as happy as a clam on a holiday!!once and for all
(the same conclusions)and we’ll see how much I meant of what I was sayingDo they still make ads like that
God, I don’t want a digital wallet
but also suspiciously like a sloganin the possibility of creating meaning
Ask 45, it’s better not to think of itThey don’t make ads for the penniless
I go on until I’ve had enoughI’m not sure about that there are countless endless long tails of the infinitein space but not in timebut also burning down everything I touchI will bow down in front of itHow many times can I forgive myself for this kind of reasoning I’m post-employmentYou’ll lose your mind in this carI should not have understood that so literallyWe should start on timeI’m living for whoever is still believingthere’s no end to the indefinite crawlIf the clouds suddenly partI believed it myself for a nice long while rather than waiting to die as a form of escapismad infinitum, that’s infinitesimalYou won’t remember how to start or end itreaching toward something that gets closer
greasy wheeled spoonfuls with the mayor’s fingerprintsI know it’s not right to speak of itbuts and thens, when I know there should instead be some silenceE350 Luxurytwo hundred horses pulling you in the same directionDiscovery, revision, and reinvention
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:23 (two years ago) link
i realize now what i need to do
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:25 (two years ago) link
My third(?) time on the stageLet's be honest, prolly my lasta single clap rang outeveryone looked at their feet
I was taken aside beforehandTold to behave, it kind of fucked me offSo I deliberately touched EVERYTHINGThe uncles smirked, my mother didn't
Yeah, the drumkit's in my mother's atticSo there will be no rimshots tonightMy brother gave me a tromboneSo I can wompwomp to my hearts delight
I'll just nod cus it's less painful than smilingBut I'll tell you one thing for free:Next person says I "wash up nice"Is getting stabbed in the face
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 21 February 2022 20:10 (two years ago) link
On rereading I'd maybe switch the word "wash" to "scrub", it's less based in truth but sounds better
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 21 February 2022 21:02 (two years ago) link
I can still see the smug expressionon your faceI'll wipe it off whatever it takesThe end of the world suits me fineYou'll get your comeuppanceand I'll get mine
― Being cheap is expensive (snoball), Monday, 21 February 2022 21:32 (two years ago) link
Livestock, cheer upImagine the view from where I'm satTimothy's layering down one levelCurtis still acting smug as fuck
Nardise, no liesOh hey Young Laura, how ye keeeping?Let's take a walk past that one boy's houseJust whistle and look away
don't swear, just, pleaseYou cannae make up times like theseThe kids did a runner from the taxi driverAnd the park bench is still on fire
The Seven Sisters are multiplyingCeylon's called Sri Lanka nowJames Taylor's got some pretty broad shouldersBut they still chap on my door
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 00:03 (two years ago) link
Btw in that previous thing change "my mother didn't" to "my mother sighed"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 00:08 (two years ago) link
Calmate ragazzo, don't get upsetThat's just how we do it in TarantoA slap to the head for your new haircutA kiss from the priest for your onomastico
Come closer child, squat by my feetMy brother brung me this old banjoCan't restring it, I'm enslaved by another manIf you're not feeling it please just go
He wears that Jazzmaster like a fashion accessoryI think he's hit it maybe once or twiceHe might seem cool, but I've gazed into his eyesI think he's got a two or vice
Middle-aged dads in button-dowm shirtsA bassist in a trucker hatNot too impressed, but I'll fake for your benefit"They're having fun, I'll give them that..."
Hush your tone and we might get a lock-inIf you'll just pay for one more roundShout "THAT'S MY GRANDMA!" when that kid starts fiddlingLaura chuckles, no one else makes a sound
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 16:25 (two years ago) link
Franklin said "calm yer hands", he's probably rightI'm twitching all over the shopTake the deep breaths like my mother telt meBut this arsehole's beeen burnt too many times beforeWise up kid, hold the yelp backJust point two fingers and grinMaybe pretend you're an adultFlip the fag pack then exit
Benjamin says this autoharp has a "storied history"Maybe Yorkston's but I forget if that's trueMy father will visit if we let on where our house isI mumbled "yes" then went back to my bedI'm told to wave if he drives past the front doorI doubt it'll happen but come on, safety firstThe rest of the crew are hiding out in the backyardI'm doing pushups on the front lawn For. My. Sins.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 19:11 (two years ago) link
I spent some time with a girl onceDidn't really know her, a friend of a friendRepeatedly asked me to repeat what I yammeredShe could never parse the last part
Turns out it was a misunderstanding(in multiple senses of the word)All my sentences ended in -ken...what's that aboutken?
She took it as a final syllableRather than the nervous tic it was", ken?" as punctuation at the end of the sentenceBecause I'm scared by the shape of the room
I never do that sat at home with my loverOr when I'm at my mother/uncle's houseBut if you meet me in a pub, or some sketchy hangoutPlease appropriately adjust your comprehension
So these days I'm trying to do betterThink all my words out before I speakPregnant pauses, do they make me seem deeper?Or do they make me seem slow?
Used to go to Kenfest (this predates Succession)That's fine, it's not the end of the word/worldJust don't ask me for my Destroyer rankingBecause that will always end with Ken
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 February 2022 22:05 (two years ago) link
(there was a part about bonfires in there but I took it out which I'm rueful cus I like bonfires)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 February 2022 22:08 (two years ago) link
he hit me hardhe felt bad-hit me backcome on, get me back-no, not nownot when you’re expecting itwait until you’ve forgottenwhen i finally hit backwe will both laugh
― z_tbd, Thursday, 21 March 2024 20:32 (one month ago) link
“The old armOf a new love“
― calstars, Sunday, 7 April 2024 18:40 (three weeks ago) link
God is a bouncerWho keeps me out of barsAnd pushes me homeWhen I’ve had too few
― calstars, Friday, 19 April 2024 22:47 (two weeks ago) link
Put on a pair of pantsPut on one morePut on another and you’re falling on the floorYou won’t get to the doorPut on another pair of pants
― brimstead, Friday, 19 April 2024 23:14 (two weeks ago) link
i’m so hungryi could eat a horseof course, of course not reallyreally i’m so hungry i could lickkirk cameron’s perfect banana, sorryhow many licks does it taketo get to the center of a tootsie roll popi’m not 1 2 say WHOOoooo 8 all the D, 3,vitamin, gummies?how i wanted it to be me CaRUNCHing mr. ed bobbing for appleson halloween
― z_tbd, Monday, 22 April 2024 15:49 (one week ago) link
New crush is old crush“His weakness was his fondness for intoxication, which had similarly fascinated primitive man” If “I gotta cut you off” is something you’ve had said to you at the bar, and also you’re into Pina coladas
― calstars, Saturday, 27 April 2024 20:56 (one week ago) link