Nonsense that Makes Sense When Squinting

ya know...random nonsense and shit.

It's a chaotic mix of poems I write, short stories, pix I find funny, drawings I make, quotes, quotes I create, happy cussing moments and dreams.

(Source: offwithurhead, via pleatedjeans)

If it hurts, at least you know you’re still alive.

Got bored one day and found a cup and cup friends and cup accessories.

Got bored one day and found a cup and cup friends and cup accessories.

Walking to work, I glimpsed a flutter of purple in my vision, and so, I stopped to take a look. Peeking through a gate, a curtain of metal, I saw this most pretty purple tree by itself in the middle of nowhere special.

Walking to work, I glimpsed a flutter of purple in my vision, and so, I stopped to take a look. Peeking through a gate, a curtain of metal, I saw this most pretty purple tree by itself in the middle of nowhere special.

Solitude in black and white.

Solitude in black and white.

Sometimes, I’ll take a shit then turn around to look at it and think, “Man, it would sure fukin suck if I dropped my phone in there.” True story.

Glow Jars

Glow Jars

What was once a rush of drunken fun
the lights swirling around our hazy minds,
the night air thin as we sucked it in,
barely breathing, laughing too much,
running through the streets.

What was once a simple thing.
We loved the times,
so young and free, 
till we fell into each other’s eyes,
and tripped into a complicated relationship of sorts.

Friends turned dating,
oh what were we thinking?

Now, here we are,
yelling at each other,
hair turning gray with all the tiring venom we spit. 
But at the end of the day,
I’d rather spit venom on none else than you,
and you’d never want to spit venom
on none other than me.

Ah, torturous and deliciously in love.
Passion and anger and make-ups and sex.
I want to hit your head with a frying pan, 
but I’d kiss you right after,
right where I smacked you hardest.