to keep it all from spilling out

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you were the moon held high
you broke black with your clean light
you’re words i can’t say right
anytime i try

(via mroctopusisdead)

This is the story I’ve tried to tell. Guy
exists. Father mother sister brother.
Oh pretty stars, oh bastard moon
I see you watching me. The trembling
years leading to sex, the trembling sex.
Death as garnish. Death as male lead,
female lead, death as a cast
of thousands. God in, on, as, with,
to, around, because who knows
because. All the while feeling air’s
a quilt of tongues, that spaces
between words are more articulate
than words. It’s not like you’d hope,
that anyone can make sense.
Look around you, let your ears
breathe deep — almost no one does.
Have another drink. When they throw us out
there’s a place down the street
that never closes, after that
we’ll climb a fire escape and praise
the genealogy of light. The Big Bang
sounds like what it was, the fucking
that got everything under way.
That love was there from the start
is all I’ve been trying to say.

- Bob Hicok

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yearofcuriosity:

via PUBLIC SCHOOL

lyricalpoetwilliam:

I have to agree with you there… So this is what you get when you put art lovers together… Not bad actually. Oh well, work is keeping me busy some nights, and every weekend… But I’m happy. So what’s up with you?

Bring in the film crews, am I right?

Actually, we could probably film and produce it ourselves. Of the students, by the students, for the general population. Sky high ratings for sure. 

Nothing much, man. A bit sore, but hanging in there. 

(Source: charlottejenkins-fashiondesigner)

lyricalpoetwilliam: 

Oh hey Allen. What happened to her anyway? It’s like she undergone something bad then amnesia… I thought those things happen in the movies only?? Bizarre..

No idea. Memory loss is a bitch, ain’t it? Liam, this school is like a movie. Seriously. 

(Source: charlottejenkins-fashiondesigner)

lyricalpoetwilliam:

charlottejenkins-fashiondesigner:

What do you mean by that?

Ahhh, you still like going to weird places…? And you’re still at it with this prank, love? That’s sad.

I tried to tell her. 

Thought I’d crash the party. What’s up? 

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aurelia-hendrixx:

Mumord & Sons | After the Storm

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

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