Vegan. Atheist. One Who Writes.

This is the personal blog for Matthew Gonzales-Landry (a.k.a. the Celery Murderer). I post a lot of my literary works (poetry, short stories, dramas, sections of novels) here for feedback and to cultivate an audience for my passion.

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

My fingers feel pricked when I’m about to speak for the first time. And maybe it’s just a harder earned lemonade talking, but I don’t feel better ways to think when I’m not ready, so I’ve let my nights slow down, and I feel Georgia peaches writing for me. I gain my slur back, and I speak through slavery, because nobody told me otherwise. And I greet the owner and bow. And I meet the stable and dream. And dead or living, my fingers stay pricked, like my mind on an and-one.

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

Yellow Flowers

rings rise when you look

from below

, from

below

down way-

so pick a glass of

that crystal-brown

crystals will form — replenished

when the rings rise:

because perfect energy transfers

like that

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

brittle as

forever

i’ll repress it deep,

where i keep all my special-things

and i hear your voice

it’s only for me

and it’s my choice

to leave us withering

standing with you so, so deep

and ever

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

weita

what does a crowd mean to

efficient social anxiety?

i’m already gone,

turning up

alone

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

and settled

Love is so copious and settled I know from the whisper I prayed for the day to stay, but night came in spite and sooner anyway, so I kissed two fingers deep in thought, and I licked my lips to keep them warm, and I adjusted my vision to the sound in my ear, a vicious thought came too near: I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts. I’m more than man and less than a human I draw circles in my mind and repeat over time I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts

If my heart stopped, I’m sure my love would die I know that love is finite, but I find that little place within, where love is copious and settled, and lay with it, sometimes forever when I sleep, sometimes long after I’ve woken up Love is the heat with me, rubbing my shoulders, cooing the storm — “ashanti, ashanti,” a pleasing, plated ring from her again

I can’t be held responsible for my thoughts when you ease me everyday. There’s no bearing this soul wouldn’t take, and it’s fiction I sleep with “ashanti, ashanti” I just want to be with you — always and forever, with an ending and abrupt

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

old poem

I am a small piece of a canyon wall drying some cracks into myself Embers pounding me in to a tight and detailed compacted thing I can play a tune near silently should your ear be too near; just wait for the season's wind to glide over me, get a better sense of depth I hold within

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Untitled Un#d

i come from where the weather seeps from your clothes and naked we're all the same i come from Hollywood where every role played is an actor i come from a place where my eyes tear at the sun and lie to your face i come from a warm place and into your grip, slipping deeper into the night, deeper through your pores, abated by our common interest i come from a place where the truth is written before you, where you read it and weep

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

I love going to the same spot every once and a while. It lets me know everything is still the same. When I’m there, I can still see the same tower with the pulsating light in the far off distance. I can still see the vibrating cities of Whittier and beyond, glistening. I start to hear the crickets and the owls. I still get terrible reception. I see the same deep gray-purple overcast sky — maybe there’s a plane soaring above. I love these moments because as complacent as I may be, the world seems to agree with complacency through its action. I feel like I belong here. And maybe I’m noticing that I love it now because I’m realizing that I’m sad that I am here. I can’t deny the beautiful scene, though, and the higher attachment between me and it.

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

Really, Really

I'm tired of thinking of what tomorrow will bring. I feel like I need a moment with myself. That moment could be an hour or a week or until I come to the point where I have nothing more to say. I need a marker and a dry erase board. I need to write everything that I want to say. I need to scribble over everything. I need to wipe it all away with my hand; I need the ink to be on the same fingertips that restrain my words when I'm nervous and alone. I need to be sullen and aware that the ink never goes away, but I need to write it all down anyway because these lips do tell all. I need to write all of it once and one phrase many times over — that's the phrase that I dare not think because it'd then be too real. It's already real, and I need to write it thousands of times or many more times than that because I know that it's real. I need to see that any other thing I would write can be scribbled over with this phrase. I think that's called perspective. And there's just one person I think of before this moment, and I need to know that this feeling is real. I need to know what tomorrow will bring.

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

A$AP Rocky is super saiyan. I've never respected an East Coast rapper until him.

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

what’s mine is your own

http://matt-thecelerymurderer.tumblr.com/post/124588663612/what-is-mine-is-your-own

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

what is mine is your own

Come down and sit I am between thin sheets and a cloud between hard thoughts and a hand sinking in a land of perilous adventures Come for the moment and douse your paws in meat and comfort Just let your eyes close for the moment share with me your idea of perfection I can’t love another like you, you

who’s soul bewitched me — the nail in my beating heart

[experimental-jelly]

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Cherry Glazerr’s new cover song for Insidious: Chapter 3

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

"I felt like I was the center of the conversation, but I didn’t feel bad the way I normally did, having to explain what I could do and what I could not do. Some people asked me questions to see what made me tick. She could have been doing the same thing, but she seemed genuine in her interest. I felt like she may have been a little lost girl trying to figure out her place. That made me feel better because I was a little lost boy. And the cheesy thought of the pair of us being lost together naturally pursued."

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Chuchesta/Fantano 2016!

"Ruin the country faster."

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[matt-thecelerymurderer]

#howlongdoesittakeabodytodecompose

[theweekndexperience]

Y’all wrong for this 😂😂😂😂

[matt-thecelerymurderer]

lol CashXO needs to do something