construct and noose from tulip branch and be fed to the foxes - live is in liver which will become desolate tomorrow trying to sort out my stupidity
I’m a numb statue Built to remind you all Of what isn’t worth doing
- diagnosing connection problems (with close friends) - dance for the sake of keeping your mask intact
I hate you and love you all In some odd dynamic way I’m sober, then I’m resentful I’m drunk, and intent’s full
- "where I end and you begin" if only I could begin with you - "there’s a gap where we meet" ALL THE TIME
- why do I find it hard to connect to you? is it because we’re both fundamentally socially ******* or is one of us in denial of something - can’t express ourselves without getting drunk oh dear
and then we trip out of windows and break ferns and furniture
in some bold dream scene ego’s arising like iron waves for the queen of the scene
black serpent and white viper scramble to avoid eachother
- four foxes once dwelled here - mistakes can seem meticulous, just google it - if you could cuddle an insecurity like it had flesh and breath - finding a new depth, ***** maths exams - why must I be this way to write the best poetry - we don’t know how to raise kids, we’ll bribe them instead - minimum wage ******, an absurd public order - I love your quirks like I love canyons - numb is sometimes good when you can share feelings but not thoughts - COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY
washed away my mind in wasteful wishful thinking wish I left a morsel of me behind
buy and sell sense in satchels premium price my parable sell it for members only ******* elitist
bernake. bank my soul store it in between your teeth eat my wages, waste away resources
argumentative stepfathers second in line come again when you can bend time
wasted my time inebriated entrance only scoring chicks, only everyone else lies in denial
an embarrasment your ego such a shame you cut your **** now tell me something else
you love him deep down you keep him from me you keep him from the eye I’d ******* but I lvoe you
paraplegic prophets on denials and amphetamines screaming obscenities dreaming denied fantasies jesus
get out of your shell all that lies outside is hell abolish the polished snakes their heads are venomous
- “it’s awesome when I’m this ****** p because it’s harder to decipher the meaning behind my poetry” - “or maybe I’m being pretentious” - “but I’m ****** anyway so it doesn’t matter” - “when we’re like this we deny responsibility and give to mother nature and her world”
the pallettes are patented we’d nothing more to lose
my liquerrational ramblings
an assortment of tweets made from 2AM on the 11th of march, 2014, whilst drunk on gin and liqueur. find them in the pixels at @fellfoxen. subject to typos.