Luzon Island - Philippines
GPOY. With that statement and this gif. I’d like to formally welcome myself to the tumblr community.
He took his girfriend’s kid down to the ice cream store
Bought her a pretty standard flavored dairy-product heavily sweetened bore
As she stared dolefully at the floor
Thinking as the pink goo dripped to her shoe:
When will I get to go home and take this dress off?
It’s stained with all the memories of my mom’s first bruiseby the first Tom Cruise
Who had swept her off her feet and pinned mine to the dirty floor
As he ventured to explore the caverns my father had tore through her tiny self image frame
that shattered when he had splattered upon it
red paint and pretty false diamonds that sparkled make-believe futures of what they’d be.
Twenty years later that drug-store dress is all torn
and she’s sitting in the pisser of the local tavern on the tiled floor
clawing at ghosts of voices that keep screaming she’s a fucking whore.
I’m sad again. I tried telling her about a piece of me I maybe had figured out. Something that might explain why everything that was supposed to be so vibrant in life is gray.
When I was three years old my mom and dad were driving us home from a little outing to Wendy’s for shakes or burgers or both, I wouldn’t be surprised if we got both, they treated me really nice as a kid. It was once we had turned off the main road and into the neighborhood maze that I had began to notice that red-haired freckly stained face smiling intimidatingly at me from yellow paper cup. There were piercing blue eyes and her pigtails swooped ridiculously off her head and I started to cry so frantically like it was the only escape for a wave of emotion rushing up my esophagus and through my body. It shook me and pained my heart, but what unsettled my infant mind the most was that I couldn’t explain to my parents what was making me so sad. Not even in the poignant broken grammar of an honest and ignorant kid could I express myself, because I couldn’t even begin to explain to my own head what I thought was going on with me.
I’ve been sad for a long time now, and I think it’s just apart of my circuitry.
And when your summer ends
I will dance down the aisle of eucalyptus trees
With salty branches brushing my skin as I pass by
With their sticky coating
Under the flickers of candlelight that have yet to extract their fame
As a faceless master is yet to find his name
Until acquainted with the unturned soil
But I’ll twirl without a history under the dim ceiling of my dream and tear off the film
Because I am nobody
But the shadow that haunts the corners of your wide blue eyes
Rather that intangibility
That haunts the black crevices
Of the stubborn edifices
Which reside in each empty casing.
So I drift on limber toes
Through the narrow expanses
Of your distant mind
Modest Mouse (sorta)
Palm Springs, CA
Betty Draper just tidying up the front yard.