leaving somewhere

[Deleted]

Don my mask, I feel the same.
Never thought I'd play this game
Thought I was done, thought I was sane
but turns out I just stayed the same.

A blob of mush; a thunder's purr
It's all the same; my fate occurs
regardless of my name; I urge-
I will not change; I won't diverge.

I live the kind of life in which
my name is but a constant itch
Bad memories, my brain's a bitch
my friends of old just like to snitch

And so I find I'm lying here,
too strange to change, too cold to fear.
I know it when my time draws near,
but I could never face my fears.

and so
I stay
I stay
here.

so I go
away
from here.

change my name and face my fear.
i'm going to go away from here.

[Deleted]

this is not the place i leave

[phantasm]

How many user names do you have, anyway?

[Deleted]

Apr 20, 2019 21:28:27 GMT -6 phantasm said:

How many user names do you have, anyway?

I don't count them.

The ones I use here are just display names, though.

[anirbas]

Apr 20, 2019 21:46:30 GMT -6 @nolongerthan20charas said:

Apr 20, 2019 21:28:27 GMT -6 phantasm said:

How many user names do you have, anyway?

I don't count them.

The ones I use here are just display names, though.

Use as many names as you like, harbinger kitty. I myself have a few of my own. Some do, some don't. It's all good.

[anirbas]

"...a thunder's purr..."

Luscious use of metaphor.

[moseley]

so ebrywun just left the temptation to use line's from Bush's "glycerine"....ok, that's just fine that's just one of my names

[moseley]

we were obsolete at the first attachment to the placenta. really, it is such a fact. most all humans are some repetition of a repetition, fuckers just standing between two mirrors hold yet another mirror and it just amuses us the continuity we can see by doing nothing, no thing, not hing and note-h-ing the pissah whatall duck liver pate borrowed wabbit habit. then, some fuckers do something in this now, we hate, despise them, scorn them for making and we have such a patent leather righteousness over any Icarus story you want to recite early endings like a Hemingway, a Joplin, Hendrix, and on and razzaadazzaa on and on. Never was there three words before Nike, before Phil Knight screwed with rubber and a waffle iron because Converse was not good enough, three words that have been printed on shirts, on posters, spoken by therapists, by meth cookers, by cancer kids, even by Jesus, by Lord Krishna and by all that matters and their story stays to comingle with ours, when people hear it they know it is irrefutable, when they hear it it pisses them off. when they hear it--well, they don't and every time I have heard it, I have kept it a stranger and yet marveled at it...I should have fucked it so hard, ate it out or drunk it, stripped bare to it and pushed myself as far as it points and more and more and more. Three words that have the repeating pattern of success in every utterance. Yeah yeah yeah, grab it with both hands and wag it privately as if there is privacy at all(DH Lawrence was right). Just do it. Do it. Do it as far as you can. Time comes when you cannot do, but do you do? Did you do? Will you do? Can you do? Why not do you? Why not do me? Everyone does their sell-f and maybe they get their cell-f back. Maybe it goes well. It goes bad. You fall. Icarus was gorgeous. Lucifer is beautiful....even God wants us to jump a cliff from time to time....be part of the miraculous and experience it. Never have I witnesses it in safety...even children, but I have watched children push beyond their little hurt bullshits and play a season or year of Vivaldi, and the few schehezerades come so awkwardly...the technique does not set in until they are so pissed to fight themselves and they come out in some percentage more like a Perlman or Paganini if only with one string or all of them....they're gonna get it out because it is to painful to let it stay in...they break...they quit....some come back...some don't....some reason....some die. Just do it. Fucking do it. I let Gomer die from neglect in that hallway where he used to scream "shame, shame, shame".. I have maestros in violin, guitar and voice and painting....they got my harshest, bitter bitchiest and their parents fought me, but then a few kids did not quit, they fought back with work...with running work I had to run to keep up with....I did not give those kids fire, I was the match sometimes and sometimes I was the magnifying glass...but they were the fuel the beam and the focus at some point, I may have struck the granite a few blows, but their "David" fought his/ her own way out....I was the witness to the lesson to the teacher(hardest to learn).... no matter how hard you work, fight, fuck, struggle or take in everything as wounding.....it is only your own do that makes your life. Life can happen to you. Most of us have life happen to us. Some find life happens for them, because of their do and they do no matter success or failure and some people happen to life(Icarus, Isaac Newton, Archimedes and others, Boadicea perhaps---rare, rare) and whatever good or bad...it all ends and it all stops, but what you do, it vibrates, sometimes for so long it comes back to you in frequencies like a song or a symphony more complex than its origin. It is always possible to do, if you can do even a little, wear them butterfly wings, bite your lip and scream in pain for every step you walk if only you'd run.....move towards life, life will move you, you will die....but so many are dead, walking dead and they do affect and infect other's brains, and those numbers grow. Such a membership has no benefit. No value. But people can love misery, eat lotuses, drink piss and shit, wallow and I sure have, I am not even a good pig....but I am not worrying about the sheep....just being as good as possible as death will tell me "that'll do pig" amd I will say to death "fuck off". It wont, I will die.....die doing and it may be a noise signifying nothing. As best possible, it will be my noise. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Or well, make company with regret, many do and find a comforting way to do so and no one else gives a shit if you do...no one. If anyone will, it is only you. Just do it. Duet. Dew wet. Do it. Do it to it. Just do it. It is ok if you don't and regardless you will die...you and I, will die....but there is a life to still live. Just live it. Live it bester. Be bestering. Blistering. Embrace the pain. Just do it.

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Apr 26, 2019 21:42:54 GMT -6 moseley said:

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we were obsolete at the first attachment to the placenta. really, it is such a fact. most all humans are some repetition of a repetition, fuckers just standing between two mirrors hold yet another mirror and it just amuses us the continuity we can see by doing nothing, no thing, not hing and note-h-ing the pissah whatall duck liver pate borrowed wabbit habit. then, some fuckers do something in this now, we hate, despise them, scorn them for making and we have such a patent leather righteousness over any Icarus story you want to recite early endings like a Hemingway, a Joplin, Hendrix, and on and razzaadazzaa on and on. Never was there three words before Nike, before Phil Knight screwed with rubber and a waffle iron because Converse was not good enough, three words that have been printed on shirts, on posters, spoken by therapists, by meth cookers, by cancer kids, even by Jesus, by Lord Krishna and by all that matters and their story stays to comingle with ours, when people hear it they know it is irrefutable, when they hear it it pisses them off. when they hear it--well, they don't and every time I have heard it, I have kept it a stranger and yet marveled at it...I should have fucked it so hard, ate it out or drunk it, stripped bare to it and pushed myself as far as it points and more and more and more. Three words that have the repeating pattern of success in every utterance. Yeah yeah yeah, grab it with both hands and wag it privately as if there is privacy at all(DH Lawrence was right). Just do it. Do it. Do it as far as you can. Time comes when you cannot do, but do you do? Did you do? Will you do? Can you do? Why not do you? Why not do me? Everyone does their sell-f and maybe they get their cell-f back. Maybe it goes well. It goes bad. You fall. Icarus was gorgeous. Lucifer is beautiful....even God wants us to jump a cliff from time to time....be part of the miraculous and experience it. Never have I witnesses it in safety...even children, but I have watched children push beyond their little hurt bullshits and play a season or year of Vivaldi, and the few schehezerades come so awkwardly...the technique does not set in until they are so pissed to fight themselves and they come out in some percentage more like a Perlman or Paganini if only with one string or all of them....they're gonna get it out because it is to painful to let it stay in...they break...they quit....some come back...some don't....some reason....some die. Just do it. Fucking do it. I let Gomer die from neglect in that hallway where he used to scream "shame, shame, shame".. I have maestros in violin, guitar and voice and painting....they got my harshest, bitter bitchiest and their parents fought me, but then a few kids did not quit, they fought back with work...with running work I had to run to keep up with....I did not give those kids fire, I was the match sometimes and sometimes I was the magnifying glass...but they were the fuel the beam and the focus at some point, I may have struck the granite a few blows, but their "David" fought his/ her own way out....I was the witness to the lesson to the teacher(hardest to learn).... no matter how hard you work, fight, fuck, struggle or take in everything as wounding.....it is only your own do that makes your life. Life can happen to you. Most of us have life happen to us. Some find life happens for them, because of their do and they do no matter success or failure and some people happen to life(Icarus, Isaac Newton, Archimedes and others, Boadicea perhaps---rare, rare) and whatever good or bad...it all ends and it all stops, but what you do, it vibrates, sometimes for so long it comes back to you in frequencies like a song or a symphony more complex than its origin. It is always possible to do, if you can do even a little, wear them butterfly wings, bite your lip and scream in pain for every step you walk if only you'd run.....move towards life, life will move you, you will die....but so many are dead, walking dead and they do affect and infect other's brains, and those numbers grow. Such a membership has no benefit. No value. But people can love misery, eat lotuses, drink piss and shit, wallow and I sure have, I am not even a good pig....but I am not worrying about the sheep....just being as good as possible as death will tell me "that'll do pig" amd I will say to death "fuck off". It wont, I will die.....die doing and it may be a noise signifying nothing. As best possible, it will be my noise. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Or well, make company with regret, many do and find a comforting way to do so and no one else gives a shit if you do...no one. If anyone will, it is only you. Just do it. Duet. Dew wet. Do it. Do it to it. Just do it. It is ok if you don't and regardless you will die...you and I, will die....but there is a life to still live. Just live it. Live it bester. Be bestering. Blistering. Embrace the pain. Just do it.

i think you meant to post this somewhere else