Cactus Man @switchbladeshitshow - Tumblr Blog

Here ask yer ma if shes go for an astoundin poundin

sacred-portal

silkycocaine

hollisbrownthornton

VHS — permanent marker on paper, 23 × 30 inches, 2010

Website — Instagram

Time admonishes my silence when I don't At first parse apart a rat king mustering From the cracks of the pavement, and I'm Further indicted when stopping to deliberate A gull mantling the heroin needle I'd Previously considered its chick— I wonder how long we have left Before we are but a jenga pile of the unsaid

It's been a bit. I remember the freckle on your right hip, Shoplifting with Triss. Your number ends in 06. You wrote poems, Romantic type; hopeless— Don't ask where I'm going, I'll take you with me in the morning

There are certain emptinesses That might never be filled— Don't we all notice? Haven't we all always known? I wonder what fills them, What keeps us from knowing— Don't ask where I'm going, Don't ask why you don't need to know

The world becomes a zoetrope, Everything; your sillouhette. Language is, at once, inadequate. Transdermal, I kneel— And I wonder how long we have left Before we are jenga of the unsaid, But for now the inadequacy of language is Within your skin on my skin

Haven't we all always known? —I'll take you with me in the morning, I want to take you somewhere nice— Dont ask me where I'm going, Don't notice; Just know that The look in your eyes, Men have fought wars for, And will evermore In scores

The inadequacy of language is Within your skin on my skin, And still I wonder how long we have left Before we are but jenga of the unsaid

Imagine a retarded schizophrenic

His shoes tell him to kill someone

Smokin weed every day feelin like Teclis with his rejuvinating potions