#jason-dean

[bonerogue]

DJS

Broken hearts are fickle things.

Our memories can be counted on less than one hand,

You don’t even know my favorite color,

You never bothered to ask.

Days, and years came then went in silence,

I do not know how to talk to you.

Are you collecting abandoned families?

Adding us to your list of things to not be touched.

Looked at, never loved.

Did you need another tense living room?

Disappointed child?

You can not miss someone you never knew.

[bonerogue]

Champagne is Best Served at Black Tie Events

Have you ever vomited into a rusty dumpster?

Staggered into a bathroom? One with concrete floors, mirrors covered by graffiti?

Wondered how you got there?

Don’t worry I have too.

On the nights when the moon is full and your heart is heavy you can find me perched on a patio table - beer in hand, I’ve got stories to tell.

It’s okay - we can go on this journey together.

In places like these everyone is our friend. After all who else will guide us?

Sweaty hands, slurred speech, crooked smiles.

We are ugly, broken promises , shattered bones.

There is a reason the mirrors are covered - we are not equipped for society

us hideous mistaken, us wounded, vomiting in paint covered toilets,

Grotesque and mistaken.

Don’t worry we’ll get through this together.

[tonxed]

Connor: Fuck life. I’m going to get high.

JD: freeze your brain.

Connor: the fuck?

JD: Suck on the straw,

get lost in the pain.

Happiness comes

when everythings numbs.

Who needs cocaine?

Connor: freeze your brain.

JD+Connor: Freeze your brain.....

[bonerogue]

draft 1

I’m glad I never started smoking cigarettes, after spending twenty years watching them rule my parents lives,

my friends lives,

my partners lives,

i learned my lesson.

how if only i’d watched them drink, watched them smoke weed, watched them drop acid, because i’m downing shots like i’m made of whiskey and  i’m burning joints like i’m dying,

maybe i am dying,

rotting from the inside out.

slowly letting my liver fall into disrepair. smoking enough to fill an entire apartment with the evidence of our entertainment.

i’ve been so high i met god, and seen enough phantasmal sights i’ll never be the same.

if only I saw them worship at the same temples I now visit every night, I’d have known better.

[serendipitymachine]

These kids need some rest

Thank you for the asks Anon! I had a ton of fun with this one, and I'll need to get some practice in before I can do that first request, but expect that soon!

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jason-dean replied to your post: laughs i can’t vote because i barely know any of...

That was my point

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