lonestardown, a known bar clown, tony the cyber tiger, he’s grrrrrrrrrrreat so don’t hate, he writes super sexy, his words refresh me like a wild cherry pepsi, lonestardown, the cologne stoned tsar of tumble town

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lonestardown, a known bar clown, tony the cyber tiger, he’s grrrrrrrrrrreat so don’t hate, he writes super sexy, his words refresh me like a wild cherry pepsi, lonestardown, the cologne stoned tsar of tumble town
and I am out of place
I poured out the last of the coffee. It swirled the porcelain sink and spun the drain. The bits of grounds remained so I picked them out one by one with my fingernails. Don't want to rinse and wipe away the last remains of that day; pinch and pull and put away and forget about soap and cleanliness and things that used to be mine. You were the pile of towels in the corner moist and mouldering the hangers out of order in the closet, door cocked open, light spilling. You fill the empty boxes heaped and tumbled on the porch and every grocery bag stuffed tight between the fridge and cabinets. You're the mismatched sheets on my unmade bed and the smell of wax, sand, and sweat ground deep into the carpet and now I have no use for color-coded folders or vacuum bags or alphabetical labeling stickers because you were the sound of bookshelves falling down; the stain of every mess I ever made.
on insecurity: prompted by http://lonestardown.tumblr.com/
love what you're doing. thanks for the follow, sir hamburglar.
Spanks a lot,Sir Squats-a-Lot.Your bun is hot and tautWithout a belly pot.Though this may be a long shotMy chew chew train of thoughtEscapes me not…Won’t you lick my hairy beauty spot?And take with me a hipster mug shot?
chaysingpavements replied to your post: meep.
We miss you too
lonestardown replied to your post: meep.
AMANDA!!! COME BACK!
<3 <3 <3 I'm working on it, my loves<3 I'm crossing my fingers that my perfect sister is coming to visit this weekend, which would mean MY STUFFS COULD ALSO BE HERE WITH ME WHERE I LIVE WHICH WOULD MAKE PERFECT LOGICAL SENSE AND BE SOSOSOSOSO AWESOME RIGHT YES Sorry, getting excited Anyways, my stuffs would include my laptop Which is three hours away from me at this moment WHICH SUCKS UGH But don't worry As soon as I have le compooper I'll have oodles OODLES Of word things for you all Oodles.
Toodles<3 Love Mandee
lonestardown replied to your post: River of Crocodile Tears
great poem, Michael.
Thank you Tony. This is one of my first 100 or so poems. It's way Pre Tumblr. I was reading a lot of spiritual books back then and dabbling in meditation. I always read more about it than I ever actually practiced. Not the preferred method. :) I guess we all ask those questions in one way or another.
myphantomlimbs replied to your post: River of Crocodile Tears
I can totally see that you continued to follow the light from here, to where you are now. : )! An especially big thank you for that comment. <3 From a purely selfish perspective, I don't see it, but maybe it's given me something to give back. If that be the case, the time was well spent indeed. Perhaps something, I wouldn't call it wisdom, but something good has come from this most interesting trip which has included way more than my fair share of wrong turns and bad decisions.
lonestardown replied to your post: quiet and penniless friday nights (i can't even remember the last time i felt so distant)
I sympathize for you. *hugs*
thank you, i'll be alright :)
lonestardown replied to your post: Metaphorical Maternal Obituary
<3 When are you going to tinychat with Alex and me?!
As soon as my other laptop is fixed I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH<3
Dear Tony and Alex I really miss you guys love mandee