Vacancy

Looking to buy a passport to Monkey Island. Lonely Lispy Legume. Sleep screams louder than words.

[dykely]

[journeymanfool]

[centuriespast]

Ornament in the Form of a Coiled Snake Chinese late 11th–10th century BCE

SLAM

[fymodernflapper]

Art noveau bat chandelier. Austria, 1900.

[nevver]

[nevver]

Earth, seen from a distance as a going out of business pet store. — Village Fetish (@botandy)

[theonion]

[batswithsplinters]

[lizclimo]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[thes-hitoverlord]

art by speedoru

[louceph]

Intruder

[charnel-grounds]

Randy Ortiz, “The Dance”

charcoal, pastel, and acrylic on art board, 2020

[batswithsplinters]

04/12/2026 Just a Thought

I feel too old to check in to this site sometimes, but boy do I see some poets that write and expel themselves out into nothing. An intelligent person overusing their vocabulary to prove how much they've read is just as much of a fool as a person who expounds the same words not knowing what they mean at all.

Intelligence is comprehension of what you've learned, wisdom is knowing how and when to apply that knowledge.

[dailyclassicart]

Vincent van Gogh - "Field with Poppies" (1889)

[theonion]

[batswithsplinters]

"Well, the feeling's coming on again It's kicking and is screaming deep inside me And I'm so tired of fighting with myself You're not here, I'm nothing, I'm alone So I pour another drink and take a hit And I wonder where the smoke goes I'm feeling more and more like less and less As I curse to tell of all along these lines Because words are all we have too much time

So far far away from my heart Far far away from my heart

And it's just a voice those folks are nowhere near And memories they're starting to unravel We've been through this so many nights before That you'd think it would be easier by now So I let the chemical reaction cloud over The pain that keeps on hurting As I slowly but too slowly drift away To a place I know where I don't have to think God I hate myself for loving smoke and drink

So far far away from my heart Far far away from my heart

Now I'm staring blankly at the TV Holding this guitar for some comfort But it's so hard to write a simple song Try to turn these feelings into melody So I put it down get on my knees Close my eyes so tight, now I'm praying To anyone that maybe can hear me Tell me everything will be okay And I don't think I can make another day

So far far away from my heart Far far away from my heart Far far away from my heart Far far away from my heart."

[batswithsplinters]

Original song

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a school play but my only job was to pretend to be a corpse in the background the whole time. I would just lay on the floor with my back turned to the audience. Only at the VERY END did I get to get off the floor and sing a single line.

[one-time-i-dreamt]