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one day I got sick of being sad
so i took a razor to my throat,
shaving the hair from it.
then i did my tongue too,
just for good measure.
i washed my shirt and combed my hair. 
i seemed bright again.
my eyes were still dull with apathy, 
but at least i looked the part.

i practiced smiling in the mirror,
listening to my forced laughter echo 
off the dirty white tile of the bathroom.

i got up a little bit earlier the next day.
i made origami with all the pages 
of all my books.
but i don’t know origami
so

you might think

i just tore out the pages
and crumpled them
for fun.
i made a mental note to learn origami
so i could stop being sad and 
at least look the part.

i flushed my pencils down the toilet.
i didn’t know what to do with my guitar
so i left it on the street with a small note:
HE PLAYED ME
THEN SHE PLAYED ME
AND BY THE TIME THEY WERE DONE
I FIGURED POLYAMORY WASN’T FOR ME.

i had a crick in my neck
and my dog had no tail,
but he’d wag the phantom extra hard
just so you would know he was happy.
i had no heart 
but 
maybe i could fake it too
.

quotes #57

zachvesperi:

vulgar language
vinegar of the tumbling
rock n roll
kids

from the street slugs smearing
art into their fashion
and old trash into their pockets

to old trashbag people tight with
vim skeletal smiles

on the lye-stained vaginal walls of
pubescent minded null-wits

This is my handsome boyfriend, Zach. Among his many talents is writing and you can purchase his poetry books here and here. Go follow his tumblr for more of his poems too!
Here’s the most recent poem he wrote for me:
youyouyouyou’re itthe onei know it laughgo aheadi will tooi’ll laugh with yougo aheadcryi’ll cry with youlet’s smile togetherlet’s just livei’m in thisyou are tooyou know iti know this is crazyi know this is reali know this is unrealit’s youi wasn’t meuntil youi feel iti know itdo you?i think you mighti hope so look at mei’m looking your wayyou’re north from hereyou can look southi’m hereyou can’t see mebut i’m herewe could go westtogetherand come backeven more beautifulthan when we leftyou’re so perfectit hurts me sometimesa nice paina little pain never hurtyou’ll never hurt if i can help itmy hands shakewhen i say your namebut my voice is strongand my eyes steadyi can say thisthis is iti’m so afraidyet not at allit’s youit’s youit has beeni just never knew it it’s youman, have i been waitingman, is this wild simple words don’t hurtwe could write togetherwe could write a song that never endsthere’s a melody tooyou can hear it in our breathingwhen we smilewhen we kisswhen we gazewhen we sighwhen we moanwhen we screamwhen we runwhen we laywhen we hugwhen we hold handswhen we look awaythen back at each otherwhen we swearsilently though it may bethat we haven’t loved like thisor at alland never have beforeand never will againand never want toand can’t and won’tand believethat the words we whispertruly have the meaning we put behind themeven though it scares the shit out of ussomething is happening we can’t put our fingers on itbut we can put our fingers on each otherwe can put our minds at easejust talk until we can’t talk anymorethen we can just sit until we can’t sit anymorethen we stand up and run to the ends of the earthuntil we can’t run anymoreand we lay downthen start it all over tomorrowbut it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than a mortal life to keep me from loving youand i’m gonna prove it, too.

This is my handsome boyfriend, Zach. Among his many talents is writing and you can purchase his poetry books here and here. Go follow his tumblr for more of his poems too!

Here’s the most recent poem he wrote for me:

you
you
you
you’re it
the one
i know it 
laugh
go ahead
i will too
i’ll laugh with you
go ahead
cry
i’ll cry with you
let’s smile together
let’s just live
i’m in this
you are too
you know it
i know this is crazy
i know this is real
i know this is unreal
it’s you
i wasn’t me
until you
i feel it
i know it
do you?
i think you might
i hope so 
look at me
i’m looking your way
you’re north from here
you can look south
i’m here
you can’t see me
but i’m here
we could go west
together
and come back
even more beautiful
than when we left
you’re so perfect
it hurts me sometimes
a nice pain
a little pain never hurt
you’ll never hurt 
if i can help it
my hands shake
when i say your name
but my voice is strong
and my eyes steady
i can say this
this is it
i’m so afraid
yet not at all
it’s you
it’s you
it has been
i just never knew it 
it’s you
man, have i been waiting
man, is this wild 
simple words don’t hurt
we could write together
we could write a song 
that never ends
there’s a melody too
you can hear it in our breathing
when we smile
when we kiss
when we gaze
when we sigh
when we moan
when we scream
when we run
when we lay
when we hug
when we hold hands
when we look away
then back at each other
when we swear
silently though it may be
that we haven’t loved 
like this
or at all
and never have before
and never will again
and never want to
and can’t 
and won’t
and believe
that the words we whisper
truly have the meaning 
we put behind them
even though it scares the shit out of us
something is happening 
we can’t put our fingers on it
but we can put our fingers on each other
we can put our minds at ease
just talk until we can’t talk anymore
then we can just sit until we can’t sit anymore
then we stand up and run to the ends of the earth
until we can’t run anymore
and we lay down
then start it all over tomorrow
but it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more 
than a mortal life 
to keep me from loving you
and i’m gonna prove it, too.

cosascool:

 Late Night Chameleon Cafe (LN-CC)

In collaboration with the Huichol people of Mexico, the Late Night Chameleon Cafe (LN-CC) created a series of beaded skulls in the traditional style of the Huichol. The skull is cast from resin and each skull features intricate craftsmanship.

The Huichol people believe in the power of the Sun God, ancestor spirits and the four principle deities – Deer, Corn, Peyote and the Eagle. They live in the Sierra Madre Mountains of Western Mexico and have a long history of creating beaded art.