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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Depending On Your Discretion
Troy Tulowitzki is hitting for a 225 wRC+ over the first 26 games. Being that wRC+ is park adjusted, but not positionally adjusted, it would be an entirely unprecedented mark, were it to stand up even to the ASB.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Candor Of Youths
"i'll use you, but I shan't feel good about it." he said to her
she nodded, and they embraced
she nodded, and they embraced
Do It For The Vine
can i say one thing
one thing and i'll leave you
forever, even if it haunts me just to say it
you make me lose my head
i didn't realize because i was 17
i was 17 and i thought that losing my libido meant falling out of love
i didn't realize
once i reached the point that i could look at your lips and not obsess over ambushing them with my own
that meant that maybe it was turning into something real
(maybe)
i think you realized
i was looking at the wrong things, i know
but you have such full, tempting lips and i
i want to ambush them with my own
goodbye
one thing and i'll leave you
forever, even if it haunts me just to say it
you make me lose my head
i didn't realize because i was 17
i was 17 and i thought that losing my libido meant falling out of love
i didn't realize
once i reached the point that i could look at your lips and not obsess over ambushing them with my own
that meant that maybe it was turning into something real
(maybe)
i think you realized
i was looking at the wrong things, i know
but you have such full, tempting lips and i
i want to ambush them with my own
goodbye
Of My Retreat To The Sprawl
i have lived the loneliest day of my life thrice over
meeting you
the first time was nearly too much for my heart to handle
to hear your name from your own mouth was to see the missing piece of myself in front of me
to do it for a second time was the collapse of the innermost part of my heart
seeing you, reborn, renamed, my honest demise
the third
stole my breath
drained my heart
paralyzed me
and i lay here
the broken mess your indifference has diminished me to
cherishing the last bit of sentience i have
all that i am resigned to
that which i know you will one day return for
with my sleep, i pray i may meet you one final time
for to live without the loneliness you provoke in me is to forfeit my own heart
(goodnight)
meeting you
the first time was nearly too much for my heart to handle
to hear your name from your own mouth was to see the missing piece of myself in front of me
to do it for a second time was the collapse of the innermost part of my heart
seeing you, reborn, renamed, my honest demise
the third
stole my breath
drained my heart
paralyzed me
and i lay here
the broken mess your indifference has diminished me to
cherishing the last bit of sentience i have
all that i am resigned to
that which i know you will one day return for
with my sleep, i pray i may meet you one final time
for to live without the loneliness you provoke in me is to forfeit my own heart
(goodnight)
Sunday, April 27, 2014
A Crude Observation, Allowing Your Indulgence
it would seem we have fucked our way out of The Great Silent Majority (ha, ha)
which euphemism is next to fall to our appetite
which euphemism is next to fall to our appetite
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