Treal Shit from Twig

bloodeagles: this deserves another reblog, almost 3000 notes...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 15:24:33 -0400

this deserves another reblog, almost 3000 notes overnight!

people love Metal and people love pie!

Roseanna for president.

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 15:24:05 -0400

Is it sad that I think she’s the only person worth voting for, call it bread and circuses, or whatever else you will, but the idea of outlawing bullshit sounds pretty cool to me.

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Tue, 09 Oct 2012 03:04:02 -0400

Untitled, for that girl who came back to my life, and then left again.

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 03:00:00 -0400

I wish I could write you a letter,

That would pluck a melody,

On heart strings

Hatching butterfly’s cocoons

Sending fluttering wings beating

A cadence to our life.

I wish I could forge the words

To convey the depth of my regret

For all the time

Spent.

Without You.

Alone.

Wasted.

I wish I could turn back

The clock.

To that night,

I wish we we’re together

Life cannot allow for that.

The cause to this regretful

effect, my neglect to reflect

on my actions,

And how

They’ve affected you, or not,

I wouldn’t know. But I’d like to hear.

I wish I could write

A letter to you

That would start

The conversation

Of a lifetime.

I’m just afraid you wouldn’t respond.

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Fri, 21 Sep 2012 14:14:31 -0400

:)

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 02:01:00 -0400

Zorses!

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 05:49:21 -0400

Zorses!

P. I Z. Z. A.

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 21:40:40 -0400

P. I Z. Z. A.

This is my cats namesake, because my cat is a supermodel.

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:19:58 -0400

This is my cats namesake, because my cat is a supermodel.

mrmanxtra: BatCat: A new Superhero in Town

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:17:45 -0400

mrmanxtra:

BatCat: A new Superhero in Town

bullyrays: i miss being hella young and staying up late to watch space ghost coast to coast

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:06:00 -0400

bullyrays:

i miss being hella young and staying up late to watch space ghost coast to coast

2headedsnake: Andrew Polushkin - Reconstruction of Memory

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:05:33 -0400

2headedsnake:

Andrew Polushkin - Reconstruction of Memory

It’s a Sade kind of morning, lolol

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:05:13 -0400

It’s a Sade kind of morning, lolol

vitazur: Salvador Dali - La main de Dali retirant la toison...

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 18:31:02 -0400

vitazur:

Salvador Dali - La main de Dali retirant la toison d’or en forme de nuage pour montrer à Gala l’aurore toute nue, très très loin derrière le soleil, 1977.

I miss waking up with my zombie cat. :(

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 18:17:50 -0400

I miss waking up with my zombie cat. :(

Cemetary Satanic Worship (unfinished murder poetry)

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 14:11:00 -0400

Drove out to the Cemetary with my cohorts today.

With poems and fire, to the green god we prayed.

Two humans on bicycles rode by us today.

Wait in bushes, bricks then sticks, drag bodies away.

We had our fill of earthly Lust.

We had but one decision which was just.

We cut up our prey with blades caked in rust.

We had our fill then buried remains in the dust.

Believe me, or not. My story is true.

Stay away from our graveyard, you don’t have a clue.

No morals dictate what we’ll do to you.

Only a Lust for power, & perspective of view.

We’re not on the same level, so don’t even try.

This is what I’m stuck on, I can’t decide.

Is my favorite part when the light leaves your eyes?

Or thumbs in eye sockets, friends watching you die.

With you, the best, was I asked your name and you lied.

I give you credit though, at least you did try.

You didn’t know then, it made no difference.

The pattern was sewn, save for a few stitches.

Bones buried & scattered across hundreds of ditches.

I am perplexed by the pain of a family who misses,

a father, a brother, bestfriend and a lover,

You built a boat to share, and I killed the rudder.

Your children now raised by a struggling mother.

I wish they could see you, lie dead, in that gutter.

Hands caked in blood, breath heavy, fresh kill

We didn’t do it to feel a quick thrill.

Just to honor Old Scratch, and carry out his will.

In this night in July, it was your blood that we spilled.

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Tue, 31 Jul 2012 19:37:09 -0400

Perception of Time

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:30:00 -0400

Time, it ticks, slowly passes.

Gazing at galaxies through telescope glasses.

Forever faster, the sand is falling.

Hourglass is filling, ascending, crawling.

Piling upon us, you pray for God.

He might hear you, but it’s against all odds.

As it piles, we are buried.

Try to escape, but you are weary.

It won’t slow down for you my friend.

Believe me, you. There is no end.

For even when we’re dead and gone.

The sand will fall, time carries on.

A poem to live to, or die for.

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 17:25:00 -0400

I am soaked to the bone

with lethargic raindrops.

A cold wind blows & chills me.

Everything is dark.

The door opens and a stark voice

commands me to wake up.

The trouble is,

I never was sleeping.

Just waiting,

listening,

to the slow,

tick-tock, of the clock

on the wall.

The voice says, “Wake up!”

With a tone so sharp,

I expected to find blood on the sheets.

The rain pitter-patters around me,

making a rythm I can live to.

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 04:16:15 -0400