Southern California authenticity re: punk & hardcore lol

u f f

 I don’t know some d—k night when you knew me and were all flesh-machine but ghost mountain oh god twilight concerts the fairgrounds the boardwalk (fire swirls) letting wishing well cringe. how about just feeling good, though? ‘Swhat we’re doing. 

How easily to pull a self from oneself. Aneasy, well, idiot android, takes time of prepositions to thoughts. O sugar magnolia! O love & happiness!

You,

Reached deep into my chest

Up my ass to the elbow

took me by the collar

Swayed a savage dance

Back bent all the way

Head swinging

Your hands up my torso—

thick warm hands

were never mine.

I never wiped your blood

From my body

It went inside. 

You know,

I remember a time when I was a child that I realized how often I’d had cherryscabbed knees.  

It had been a few months after a few successive falls. I marveled about how long I’d had these

scabs 

on my knees. A fourth of my little life

To scan, to contain your blood is a lot of responsibility tho. 

experiment 322: boxing the hog

the lead singer of cavity killed a dude

stabbed his head

that's why they only lasted 7 yrs.

he's in jail now.

sludge—understated—

full lungs choke

a fuck you,

slit-necked attack, cough

but blood. cataract, when flush

gets sinister, epoch of sludge,

break-necked, jostled.

a, well

Ungutter

Drawn to happy manatee splashes,

spiral, dolphins & independence splayed feral

fecund, failed valve for fault, 

we’re p much just watching now. 

Hope you are having a great week!

when it happens we will be unable to move//we've been unready this whole time (17)

ground to the bottom with terrorists attacks & guess we will boil soon

here in the unsoapable corner of a coffee cup we huddle from coverup

wipe soot sludge Los Angeles eyes

syrupy grit you can't see up close a grey day but not really

anyway we're waiting for something like catastrophic

we all know it's going to happen 

that it wasn't just what happened yesterday

Hope you are having a great week!

Ginger. Up all night. 

On the floor right now. 

Tofa parked & napped. Car battery is dead. 

“Things Are Gonna Change I Can Feel it.”

[…] know what I’m saying?

Plastic eyeballs […] spray […]

I can feel it

secret summer//sacred glimmer

Gloaming ridges
shear golden flashes
thru lilt-leaved
dream machines.

Hospitalized, I see joy,
fragile, shine one-time flushes across
my bed w/redwood tufts waving in & out.

Caress this hillside w/car&
motorcycle flashes, roar obtrusive.
Still, I hear birds:

time is opposite of love, fixed; 

who would be,

well, golden?

You, in flashes—

experiment 327: pilot jones

they saw a child
floating above a chair
from their boat. and she
was on the beach, a speck
smiling and hovering over
plastic-molded minnie mouse
yes the kind of paint that flakes
off & that takes a hold of the lungs
[heavy metals or some shit] her bangs
[so cute] square on her brown head
of hair, and so slowly they saw
how easily, unnoticeably she
landed back down, no
body on the beach?
oh why, even saw
how impossible
she floated,
how?

a hundred high-ways

prob'ly did it

but just in

case, i'll try 

a hundred more.

*'"^~\{[blistering guitar noise]}/~^"'*

don't wanna die

til i drive

a hundred 

high-ways with you

hol up

tryna chill & fuck a bit