The way I feel about her.. I feel like the second I don’t own every atom of her being, my body will shut down.
It’s like a god finding one of it’s failed experiments and it gives that god a reason to keep the race alive.
Take what you get, what my life is.. nothing anyone would celebrate. I am given a perfectly cut gem and I tarnish it with my genetics. I will leave this place before her by forty to fifty years.
But because of her.. she makes it all worth it
— Edgar Allan Poe (via lipsticksmiles)
(Source: atramentum)
— Rise Against - Help is on the way
— Street Lights - Ludo
— Carolina Liar - Show me what I am Looking for
They scalp our children by seven
The border we’re watching
Where the other three now hide
The culprits can’t be seen from a premium of glass
We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diem-tize
Don’t let me
Don’t let me go
There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Verucca shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights
Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side
— The Mars Volta - Viscera Eyes
Life and times of the timeless pleasantries of my visit on this Earth.
Full size here.
Response to another reader question.
“Obama Finds Osama”
My illustration made on the night of May 1st, rapidly drawn and executed in the time between the first rumor...
a proud day for colonel peanut.
So true.
