lil rhcp cover
Show & Tell
No title available
occasionally subtle
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cosimo Galluzzi
Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

titsay
ojovivo
$LAYYYTER
Today's Document
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
sheepfilms

Product Placement
h
todays bird
we're not kids anymore.

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from India

seen from United States

seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Greece

seen from United States
seen from Indonesia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Belgium

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Belgium

seen from United Kingdom
@brain-spasticity-disorder
lil rhcp cover
The dopamine tailgate
Smoke billowing from the portable barbeque
Hot coals and radios
Rivaled only by the seering heat
Of pavement underneath
Shaded by willows
Draping over the tailgate
Shading eyes
Shaded faces
And as the sun heads west
And the gates start to open
The last drops of booze carefully divied
Faces red, urges strong
And at the end of the song
The crowd congregates
Two solid lines
Adding unwanted degrees to the piping hot asphalt
The gates open, and much needed water
Arises in the form of the masses, flooding
Through the gates
The sweet chase
The guards sweat
The pavement collects dust
Tame pieces of trash sit in an absent breeze
Like tumbleweeds that don’t tumble
And a collective sigh of relief echoes
Amongst the team of security
As they fall asleep, deprived and bored
Desperately awaiting and simultaneously dreading the outgoing crowds
Burned out from years of the same job
Begging for pastures greener
And working hours cleaner
And money greener
Oh, those guards
Such dreamers
Bogey thoughts
Perched in my car
Cigarette in hand
Miss your shaking hands
Reaching out
The trembling thumbalina
Even through emotional withdrawal
I feel the absence of your presence
That, to me
Is the most powerful thing
Zleepy thoughts
We lay awake in this cesspit
Unable to rest
With thoughts flashing quickly
And no cigarettes left
The pain briefly numbed
But at a cost so great
For walking the earth softly
Is a horrible fate
Yet we pop our rock candy
Hoping for change
While treasuring numbness
And shunning out pain
And the question remains
Will monotony rule?
trading vociferous voices
For a mouth full of drool
But fate is fate
And from our path we won’t stray
So for now we lay restless
And nothing’s the same
Fuk
Compulsions, Obsessions
And since their inception
My mind has been scrambled
It raises more questions
With vigor, I rambled
Straight out of depression
But hiding and ample
The monsters come trample
From every which way
And from every direction
Here we are...
With tired eyes and a wired mind
Come insomnia and acquired finds
So here we are... awake in bed
With baggy eyes in undesired time
To always see where your thoughts have led
Leads to swelling doubt and fear unsaid
So here we are... awake at three
Racing forth in paths untread
And to distract; and sit and read
Perpetuates the cycle’s need
So here we are... awake tonight
Continuing to gush and bleed
And while it sets my mind alight
It contributes to sleepless nights
So here we are... with awakened might
Praying, pleading for an end in sight
Shunyata
In the harsh, baron land
We exist in all day
Just one thing is clear
That nothing is sane
Where everything and nothing
Exist all at once
You need not look further
Than the tray for your blunts
It exists when it’s empty
And still when it’s whole
And its purpose remains
To collect ash from your bowl
Until the day comes
And the smokers have stopped
And the tray still exists
But the ash does not
To my thousands of fans
Brain spasticity disorder
Cut up your thoughts and then line them up for slaughter
When the cost of cheap silence is to insert a quarter
But the strains of deep haze catch up and leave you cornered
And when the time comes to stand and your legs give out
You must crawl on your hands until the next big bout
And then you call upon some meds to quell the vexing doubt
Wondering if I’d rather be dead than take this perplexing route