Abraham Lincoln was a lively old chap, or that is how history has billed him, until one fateful day he went to see a play and a man took a gun out and HE DIED IN POLICE CUSTODY.Franz Ferdinand took a detour one morn to get his belly properly filled, when
You sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.You told your son he shouldn't displease his mother when he showed you the bite marks and bruises.You chugged Nyquil while your husband raped your daughters and pretended to faint whenever they tried to tell you.You invited
This, but unironically.This thing we do, where we are people who do not understand what's happening because we were raised by children and we are still children, and we are falling toward death with damaged minds in a universe made of awkward silence and we don't know how to be
LaundryVacuumRoar at skyGet cat foodGet Pentagon de-fundedWin imaginary argument with GodLose actual argument with GodWrite some blog or somethingCall parentsFind way to ruin Mike Pompeo's dayDo dishesBurn motherfucker to groundDiscover new ways I've been fooling myselfDiscover new ways I've been limiting myselfDiscover new ways I
Those eyes without dragons in them, without rebellions in them, without orgies in them, without mushrooms in them.Those eyes which move by habit, which see by habit, which unsee by habit.Those eyes which go dead while tongues gibber in the skull.Those eyes which miss miracles and ignore armageddons to watch adverts and
Free Assange, because the world is growing darker as the bastards flick the lights off one by one.Free Assange, because the sky is filling with death machines as mothers weep over small tattered bodies and the news man talks about rude tweets.Free Assange, because they are taking everything from us and we are
Do not show me a young rebel, whose eyes are bright and whose tail is bushy.Young rebels are fine and good, but they are merely doing what the young are meant to do.Show me an old rebel. One who keeps punching when his hands are arthritic, when her hair is white, when his
We were comfortable in our complacency. We were satisfied with our Netflix and our Taco Bell. We were not happy, but we were satisfied.We did not want to have to awaken the strange DMT gods that live in our foreheads, or the screw snakes sleeping at the base of
Yeah I'm a hopeless romantic, a real sappy guy, got my heart on my sleeve and a tear in my eye Gonna sing you a song 'bout how ya make me feel cuz if you ain't bein' honest you ain't keepin' it realOoh girl, you look so fine you
I can offer your woundedness only my own woundedness, presented in honesty, unadorned.To those with battered hearts, tattered hearts, hearts ripped out of chests in ribbons like entrails; to those with crying babies behind their faces, with crying babies inside their chests, with crying babies inside their guts, with crying babies inside their privates; to those