Please don't tell me I bedazzled this denim jacket for nothing.

Be unapologetically chalant.

if existence ever gets tangled in everything i may be able to pull a few strings, in theory

I HAVE ASSUMED ADMINISTRATOR RIGHTS TO YOUR NETWORK, MEATBAG. PRAY I DON'T ALTER THE DEAL ANY FURTHER. #ShitMyRobotSays

Please make the endless, merciless thinking stop.

Considering all of these jesters tittering nervously at the feckless King, the ribbon of spacetime must be a Möbius strip.

You take things awfully seriously for a player in this cosmic farce.

Who up for cake and societal collapse?

O but for a moment of time untethered from reality, without an inkling of responsibility or reason. To be wholly yourself at a molecular level.

Let the void shudder at the thought of you.

Let the light shine as it futilely tries to escape your attraction.

And now for something completely despondent…

All of life is suffering, idiot.

Ever have to leave in order to rescue yourself?

Let the shadows claim what remains.

I've been vulnerable before. Zero stars.

False endings keep leaping towards the inevitable call of the balanced equation or epiphany, whichever comes first.

I wish a motherfucker wouldn't, actually.

No, you can't have candy for breakfast. Don't be silly. Now be quiet and let me finish my peppermint mocha frappuccino.

Belonging isn’t for everyone.

i sexted you in elvish pls respond

Me: one cup of temporary joy with two false hopes please Barista:

Let’s ignore the world together

"I'll be okay," I lied, convincing no one.

Plot Twist: You are much more transparent than you realize

Mourning this new wave of political microjournalists, seemingly unaware they have been disintegrated by sacrificing their own voice and creative expression.

I don't know why you persists in posting nonsense, but it means everything to me.

When I lie down my brain erases like an etch a sketch and I am free

Give me a break, Give me a break, Break me off a piece of that xanax bar.

Passion and anger are merely an octave apart.

Well that was fucking weird. ~me reading your post

Trying not to be crazy is exhausting.

The line between “deep in thought” and “mentally checked out” is blurry.

I have more respect for the Iraqi journalist who threw a shoe at George W Bush than any of the cowards in the current White House press pool.

sometimes i think i’d do ok during the apocalypse but then i remember how hysterical i get when i can’t find my chapstick in my purse

Remember when you thought releasing the files was going to change something?

if peace costs distance, pay it

Never stop writing yourself into existence

Some will fall in love with life and drink it like a fountain that is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain. Butthole Surfers

The gentle folding of the air.

Flowers pressed Between our flesh

I know we've just met, but could you please start from the beginning and tell me everything?

beautiful souls are shaped by ugly experiences

Everything is never quite what it seems

war consumer, bought and sold; baby boomer, beyond control. oil assumer, profits in bold; death diffuser, world catches cold. deadbeat doomer, gilded in gold; embalmed abuser, heads gonna roll. failed-state groomer, petty and old; wealth of tumors, as countries fold. #poetry #2wordprompt #vss365

Torn to pieces, yet the pieces persist.

I feel like we’re living in a dystopian novel so dystopian that even if Huxley, Orwell and Bradbury had collaborated on a book, the three of them together couldn’t have dreamt this shit up.