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* The Josh Wilson of Scotland, not the NFL guy, the baseball player nor that folksy singer chap.
Posts tagged: life
when people talk
and i dont listenit’s hard to tell,
if they can tellno one seems to care
either wayso that’s
probably fine then,
right?
every
last
onehas
no
fucking
cluethese are my friends,
my good, good
friends.
we get on.
some guy
is a fool
wanting things
that cant happen
that aren’t realno matter
how much he tries
it’ll never beno matter
how many times
he says
‘i love you’
she’ll never hearhis words
just do not carryand, i’m pretty sure
natalie portman
is married anyway………..
this was a belated request for skinnyjeansandheadshots.
if you have any poems you need written by a drunk and or sleepy person. send me a message.
she’d pitch
and scream
and writhe
and whinebut how
d’you live
without
nails in
spine?
if trees are the lungs of the earth
what happens
if it coughs?
It wasn’t really a tower. There were no ‘real’ buildings in the camp. But that didn’t make it any better; it was still high.
It used to be a pylon and climbing it used to be a fools errand. Thousands upon thousands of volts would have ridden through the wires — when there were still wires —…
