Matty @curseofmeatthawsmoth - Tumblr Blog

Anarchist. Musician. Amateur religious scholar. Sexual. Bi. Alcoholic attempting recovery.

A wino we called Charley had a picture That he wore around his neck upon a chain but you couldn't see the face in Charley's picture just long brown hair and a poem in the frame

We tried and tried to see old Charley's picture But we couldn't even tempt him with the wine His shaky hands would tightly grip the picture And he'd recite the poem one more time: You grace this frame, the picture of perfection While I'm the perfect picture of disgrace Upon your name, I swear until I'm worthy I forbid my eyes to look upon your face Old Charley froze to death one Sunday morning We found him and I guess you know the rest Someone removed the poem from his picture And the chilling truth lay framed upon his chest

As I knelt down beside his body The picture lay there before my anxious eyes And with trembling lips, I whispered the words of Charley's poem As I stared into the face of Jesus Christ You grace this frame, the picture of Perfection While I'm the perfect picture of disgrace And upon Your name, I swear until I'm worthy I forbid my eyes to look upon Your face

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"Innamorato della Luna" (In Love with the Moon) Antonio Rubino, 1907

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If you remember being a teenager you're a creep because you straight up saw yourself naked back then. The only way to be righteous is to obliterate your mind with drugs until you can't remember anything