
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, remember? when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Would you be, any fonder of me, if I suddenly chose, to start listening? Would you decide, to more deeply confide, the darkness behind, your odd eccentricities? Shall I unbind, this heart of mine, lay it down on your table, where the other parts lie? I suppose you’d prefer, if…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Now I lay me down to sleep again, in the grips of a dread that I slumber within, the same unforgiving and cramped position, wound up mentally and the ratcheting begins, the memories and tragedies flood fatally in, my body won’t sink and my mind only swims, things I regret…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Shitty tattoos,Absent front tooth,Alcohol infused,Jaw flapping,Knuckles rapping,Air leaking through,Big brown eyes,Telling nonstop lies,You’re fucking high,Unclean,Unforeseen,Not enough miles between,That stinky lifestyle,The steaming shitpile,Rusted turnstiles,Nothing worthwhile,I lost too,Much to you,It’s all bled through,The truth,Fire country,Attention hungry,Back full of monkeys,There’s no saving you,You’re too far beyond,Slithering, And talking long,There’s no fixing you,You built…

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.
Class A stuff, could have gone all heavy but manages to play the content nice
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Nice, as always.
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…and when I say “nice,” it isn’t like your grandmother saying “that’s nice dear,” or some douchebag being ironic, hear it like “niccccccceeeee” all drawn out, like you just showed up at the ice cream shop parking lot to show off your new-to-you vintage camaro with the big V8 and t-tops.

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And just to be clear, I’d have sold my little sister off to some Columbian slave traders for a car like this back when I was 12. (And this is why I should stay off WP when by BAC is .about .25
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Nice!
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Nice!
In my ice cream parlor scenario I’m showing off a Chevy though…maybe a ’65 super sport Impala…or an Apache wood panel bed truck….but yeah…nice!
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