#hellmoffring

[eecky]

jagged mountains and kneecaps and guitarists that cant feel the strings anymore. breathing holes in cardboard boxes. we are all test tube productions and fat-sucked collections / we are hover cars and interstellar bars and still rekilling dinosaurs

[eecky]

The sound an organ makes before rotten All those years collapsing You set me up to burn or bleed  Left with bandages of tumbleweed Because i am bored to death and you cant keep my legs open What if I talked about happy things like the dream i had last night where you and i were stuck in prison dressed to the nines The skin above my fingernails is growing over my eyes Never trap a soul because i dont believe in them The hands of a stopped clock have fingers You cant see them but theyre pointing and positioned but we think all dead is dead Antennae sprout from my scalp and i am either a butterfly or a radio Cities have stars we fashioned ourselves because the smog cast the others out If youve seen the outskirts of new york All factory and field and crickety-cracked You have seen the peach for the pit You have seen the very last of it Eyeballs in bark that watch the trees burn bubbles and fizzes A veil is a black hood bleached and you are a white whale beached We all have wooden lines that curve and thin and stop in our skin but we think they are teeth marks instead of splinters I am saying that lovers are extinct so tonight we’ll have a drink like a Summertime Squeeze and let our teeth rot quick

[eecky]

there are times when you think that the sky is the only place to be I am here to tell you no never there had not once been time There are beetles that will tell you differently There is no lesson to learn When frogs fall from heaven or the river turns to blood He is just trying to put your hands together because prayer should be applause more than pleading Do not fuck with crossboys and choir girls I have been both and neither and in-between There is some ritual sacrifice in the corner of my eye and i am turning the other cheek I am ready to let the worms come out and take the water right from my skin Think of everyone, all of us, in the pipes to the Hudson where the algae and the broken rubber band crocodiles live We are the lobsters in the pot with our claws taped closed and the kitchen is on fire but the water is freezing over There are stripes and spots and words that don’t rhyme There are pebbles where boulders wont do but this is more than rocks and handymen and miners and minor league baseball If you think god exists then i cant talk about it and if you think at all i cant help you to start with If tables and chairs feed the fire then ill throw your house and mine in This is holy fire This is something to be baptized in This is where skin becomes skin and it is His though there are no bandaged palms here

[eecky]

there are tiny beings in your bones and they are looking for a way out / fogged glass and a beaten ass / a green square inside a blue square inside a red square / there are languages that split tongues and ruin marriages / there is a bell to ring somewhere / red ferns

[eecky]

spikes spines and windilows / little hairs on your breath on your innards / the vultures the creatures the sound of your voice / the look the trees give you when your dentist drills / i am terrified of the lines that fall out and separate and divide like white oil and water 

[jamesnotmadison]

hellmoffring replied to your post:My mid year review is tomorrow and I already have...

Your review is gonna be awesome dude : > try not to worry

Logical me knows that, but the part of me that hates myself isn't so sure

Like, I have a list of things I hate about myself and I know they'd never mention any of it but still

[onetobeamup]

hellmoffring replied to your post “i kinda ship brienne and jaime a little bit oops”

Dude me too and it's a serious problem

i just got to the bathtub scene help me