April 2012
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Yesterday the sun beat down on this green lawn, today a drizzle will quench its thirst.
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Airport
I want to lock eyes with a beautiful girl and silently agree to elope for a little while in this swarm of humanity.
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I have a theory
it’s called life
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night
Is it finished?
Not quite
Won’t be until I’m dead, a’ight?
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And through your lips the fire in my soul is transferred. Our tongues collide our spirits sour but still several questions are left unanswered.
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Last night happened.
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My grandpa locked the family entrance to the bathroom presumably because I consistently lock his private entrance because I think it’s fucking hilarious. So I picked the lock, locked his side again, took a shower, re-locked the community entrance and now I’m writing about it in my bed. Giggle giggle! The bathroom is locked down fuckers!
Don’t fuck with me Grandpa. Next...
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When my heart is full I have no one with whom to share And though I avidly deny it I really do care
I do not feel well I am broken My heart just tore my lungs open I’m left hoping But hoping has no end The girl I desire, I will never apprehend Pretend Its no big deal But when the moon Descends upon My window sill I feel Infinite emotion In my chest there is a roaring storm And my...
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When you’re inspired do you know why you look towards the sun? Because you know that if shit gets out of hand that’s the direction that you’ll run.
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Shit guys. The walls just informed me that I didn’t take NyQuil. It was LSD.
I decided to Wikipedia some of my favorite bands and holy shit. There are things these artists say inspired their albums that I just…what the fuck. Crack the Skye by Mastodon is apparently a concept album. Here, let the band explain:
“There is a paraplegic and the only way that he can go anywhere is if he astral travels. He goes out of his body, into outer space and a bit like...
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My voice sounds so amazing when I’m congested. That’s not even sarcasm. I’m going to sing all my albums sick.
I know when I shouldn’t speak. And when what I say is ignorant and wrong but there are moods I go through where I want people to hate me. I want to feel isolated and ostracized. Maybe because my comfort zone is being uncomfortable. Maybe because I’m afraid of being understood. My life is missing something. I feel trapped.
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Fuck the police, right?
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My mom said she’d give me $200 to buy a guitar.
Fuck yes.
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I think
I’ll sink
Into a deep sorrow
Then do it again tomorrow.
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There are things you post on Facebook.
There are things you post on Tumblr.
There are things you write in a journal.
And there are things you should never document.
In approximately 55 minutes a pretty lady will come to my house so that I may buy us both a nice Danish Bakery lunch with $10 in mostly change.
Smooth operator.
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Hank's Tumblr: Kony 2012 →
edwardspoonhands:
Apologies for my stunned silence in the face of the Kony 2012 movement and the internet’s explosion of power. I’ve never felt like the whole internet has simultaneously pushed down the same keys at the same time. Not even the response to SOPA made me feel this level of solidarity.
The LRA has…
NO WAR LIKE THE CLASS WAR—EAT THE RICH
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Instead of a million wall posts on a persons birthday everyone should just comment on the first one with “Agreed!”
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breathejenna asked: I quite fancy your posts. They are very pleasing to the eye. That is all.
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damnlina asked: Although you suck most days, I'm getting tired of hating you.
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Hello Poetry →
I think it’s a little neat.
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I want an acoustic guitar. Then I could take it places and learn faster.
I just want to make music.
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Collapse in the evening
and in the morning rise.
You’re the hero of this story and you will overcome all demise.
