Let them eat cake

TNT

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 22:45:00 -0500

Blue eyes are overrated.

I’d know, I have them.

—-

Once, I chiseled your eyes into a ceramic tile.

Glazed them that dark hue,

looked into them and felt all satisfied.

—-

I can kind of trust clay,

because it can’t chuckle

or raise its eyebrow to judge

or critique my punches and form

or keep me warm.

—-

Blue eyes lack purpose.

I’d know, he had them.

I never saved his gaze on my flash drive.

I never carved it into stone.

When I learned there is no open container law

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 11:29:17 -0400

thetimeistudiedabroad:

Rainbow

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 18:54:00 -0400

I curl my toes against the white ceramic of the tub

and watch as the liquid dust propels off of my body.

It catches the rays of sunlight peeping through the blinds at my nakedness

and together they form a spectrum…

A spectrum of baby’s blood, agent orange, snot, and a black eye.

You are in the kitchen, making toast with my bread,

crunching and probably planning your exit.

And I know you’re torn, because I caught you crying.

I may have beaten them out of you, but tears are tears.

Tears are something that you can’t trade for my currency

And by heaven I swear that all you will ever beat out of me

is a spectrum.

Feeling Pretty on the MBTA

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 19:33:00 -0400

I ask for a One Way ticket to you

When the conductor swings by

Though it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle twitch in my polite smile

Tells it all, this is only a treat.

Strawberry cheesecake

After a week of liverwurst.

But can’t I play a little?

Imagine I’ve no need for a ride back

To beating the sun to rise,

Dawning an apron,

Cashing my check,

And rubbing the hurt from my feet.

I ask for a one way ticket

To all I really care to be,

To what I know you want to see,

Me, lounging around in lingerie

All day

Tasting only cold beer and you

Because the taste of the words

“round trip”

Is bitter as hell.

Broken Record

Fri, 04 May 2012 23:42:00 -0400

That night I finally walked away from you.

The same night that shed unearthly light

And somehow your softened brain tissue whispered;

“Follow her, follow her.”

That night when I drained a shot of tequila

And told you to leave me alone.

You finally said “no.”

Old Songs

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 20:32:40 -0400

I still love the songs we used to sing

The old Charlie Daniel’s band hits

That Garth Brooks track from Hope Floats

Everything and anything Toby Keith wrote

About partying in Mexico.

I remember my hands caked in egg and breadcrumbs,

Yours in canned salmon and buttery crackers,

You said, “baby girl, let’s go to Cancun.”

I remember you never let me help you fry it all up

Because I was barely eye level with the countertop.

I didn’t mind, I was afraid of it anyways,

The stove, the crackle pop grease bubbles,

But I still loved the way it all smelled like fat.

I still love the simple nights on the porch

When you’d smoke a cigarette and tell me about work

About Gary and Tige and Mike and Gale,

The monikers of strangers I still remember.

Like I remember that old John Montgomery song,

The one where he sees the pretty girl

At the auction and tries to bid on her,

And she’s somehow okay with it, and

They fall in love.

I remember singing it while you drove me

Back, back, back to Connecticut,

Back to screaming fights and sleepless nights

Back to you hugging me tight and whispering

“Christmas is only three months away.”

“I still love the songs we used to sing,” I say to you,

And try not to crumble when you say “what songs?”

Monsters

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 22:27:00 -0400

It’s bliss like this that usually leads

The monsters on,

Lets the nightmares pick up the scent

Of pleasure

And chase it from its damp and dingy cave.

And I ran from you as hard as my

Chicken legs would allow,

But I kind of knew from the start

Those circles wouldn’t get me far.

And you were there, holding me under

Your lazily unfocused microscope

With only the tip of your index finger,

Ignoring my wrigglings and sighs

And all the while, I was just wondering

Where you were going with all of this.

Then you decided to disagree with the odds

That hate my favor, and become my favor,

And ever since, I’ve been waiting

For the monsters to move their pawns.

I figured they’d be hiding out under your bed,

Waiting for my head to really settle on

your pillow.

I figured they’d be in the woods, hiding

Behind the boulder we’re leaning against.

I figured they’d be hiding inside of my chest,

Just waiting for you to fuck up

And forget my first name

So they could emerge and suck you dry.

But maybe they’re not coming.

Maybe they’re not coming at all.

lookoutforyourself: utterly-riddikulus: I JUST. I CAN’T....

Tue, 28 Feb 2012 14:19:37 -0500

lookoutforyourself:

utterly-riddikulus:

I JUST. I CAN’T. RDJ!AURON FTW.

XD The badassary…

Obsessed.

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 18:57:30 -0500

Obsessed.

Somebody Fix Me- Grace Potter Me life.

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 18:19:00 -0500

Somebody Fix Me- Grace Potter

Me life.

theyletusplaywithmarkers: Idiot Nerd Girl Meme, I can’t...

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 18:48:17 -0500

theyletusplaywithmarkers:

Idiot Nerd Girl Meme, I can’t stop looking at them haha

jennamarbles: My Drunk Kitchen Tribute

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 01:20:00 -0500

jennamarbles:

My Drunk Kitchen Tribute

Alpha Coyote (Comment!)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 20:02:00 -0500

In memory of Allen Ginsberg

I would have liked to touch your beard
Pick out the crumbs of dried marijuana leaves
The bits of paper and crumpled issues of Time
The resin and left over America blown to bits of bits.
And maybe when I got down to your chin,
I’d seal my eyes with the unreliable glue of wavering will
And maybe I’d feel Peter Orlovsky’s final caress.
I’d know what it feels like to be somebody else’s angel
In the vast watery tundra of a too-hot-too-cold glacial hell
In the narrow, busy streets and dank allies of an urban hell
In the nocturnal hours trapped inside the abnormal
Toes and fingers and belly button and genitals and
Screaming silently for whatever peace you found—hell.
And all any of us want is to exist without being spotted
Or pegged for dead because of the lead we take and
The balls we have to say “I don’t have any plans for the future.
I don’t want your founding fathers in my pockets
Or your dreams planted immovably behind my corneas
So kindly piss off and leave me to my silly words.”
Silly words were all you needed. Silly words and love.
And even what you needed was never to be taken seriously
Because life is only about eighty years long, hopefully less.
And why waste eighty years being in a suit and tie,
Hetero sexual, a nurse, a phony, a bull dog, an asshole
Or anything other than the one who alternates walking
And running down the street, singing each to each a song
About being oneself and living sans fear and pissing off
Everyone who has the nerve to be asleep at three AM.
We’ve come to know no matter what anyone tells you, eighty years
Is a really long time, and we’re not making the best of it
Because it’s too short, we’re making the best of a LONG struggle.
An honest to jehova zeus flying spaghetti monster struggle,
And by those three we’ll spend it soaking up knowledge
If we can, and by those three we’ll spend it ranting,
Mad as we might sound or little sense as we make…
We’ll spend it like you did, high on Peyote and ink and quill.
We’ll sop it up and waste it to everyone else and enjoy
The taste of the neon fruits you threw at our heads
Because they made us think. And we needed to think.

Dear Lindsay

Thu, 17 Nov 2011 14:17:14 -0500

You left me logged in on your Tumblr

I could have wreaked havoc

but instead I am leaving you

this note.

Photo

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:12:58 -0400

Ian S., Matt H., Mariah S., Joe A., Croke, Max S.

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:47:45 -0400

Can you guys do me the biggest favor ever?

I had to remake my music blog on a separate account because tumblr was being a jerk, so I lost all of you guys as followers :-(

Do me a solid and PLEASE follow me again?

musicthatsmusic.tumblr.com

Shank yoo :-)

-Lindsay

Photo

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 23:40:55 -0400

MUSIC BLOG

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 12:08:20 -0400

I’ve created a music blog, please follow meh?

musicthatsmusic.tumblr.com

This is just a test to see if I can successfully upload audio...

Sat, 24 Sep 2011 15:02:05 -0400

This is just a test to see if I can successfully upload audio parce-que I’m starting a music blog tomorrow. It’s also a great song

For Flying Spaghetti Monster's sake, READ THIS INSPIRING ARTICLE!

Fri, 23 Sep 2011 15:12:20 -0400

http://www.venganza.org/2011/07/fsm-in-the-military/