7 What would you like? I'd like my money's worth. Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
BUT OKAY, BUT. DYLAN THOMAS IS SUCH A SAMGIRL. AS FOLLOWS:
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, driving Through vision and the girdered nerve.
From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled Off from the ceasing flesh, filed Through all the irons in the grass, metal Of suns in the man-melting night.
Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly A creature in my bones I Rounded my globe of heritage, journey In bottom gear though night-geared man.
I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel Rammed in the marching heart, hole In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled Death on the mouth that ate the gas.
Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest Of hemlock and the blades, rust My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing My second struggling from the grass.
And power was contagious in my birth, second Rise of the skeleton and Rerobing on the naked ghost. Manhood Spat up from the resuffered pain.
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen Twice in the feeding sea, grown Stale of Adam's brine until, vision Of new man strength, I seek the sun.
V. v. compelling, am I right. That's not a question; I am totally right.
Oh man, My Bloody Valentine was the beeeeeeest. It is the gold standard to which I hold all B-horror movies. Batvoice? Y. Higher body count in the first ten minutes than I've seen in any movie since? Y. Ludicrously lulzy plot twist that you could see coming after the first 15 minutes? Y. Filmed in Pittsburgh? YYYYY. The Oscar snub was really unforgivable.
TOO MUCH POETRY REQUIRES SECOND COMMENT D:
What would you like? I'd like my money's worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
BUT OKAY, BUT. DYLAN THOMAS IS SUCH A SAMGIRL. AS FOLLOWS:
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking
Through the rotating shell, strong
As motor muscle on the drill, driving
Through vision and the girdered nerve.
From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled
Off from the ceasing flesh, filed
Through all the irons in the grass, metal
Of suns in the man-melting night.
Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly
A creature in my bones I
Rounded my globe of heritage, journey
In bottom gear though night-geared man.
I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel
Rammed in the marching heart, hole
In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled
Death on the mouth that ate the gas.
Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest
Of hemlock and the blades, rust
My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing
My second struggling from the grass.
And power was contagious in my birth, second
Rise of the skeleton and
Rerobing on the naked ghost. Manhood
Spat up from the resuffered pain.
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen
Twice in the feeding sea, grown
Stale of Adam's brine until, vision
Of new man strength, I seek the sun.
V. v. compelling, am I right. That's not a question; I am totally right.
Oh man, My Bloody Valentine was the beeeeeeest. It is the gold standard to which I hold all B-horror movies. Batvoice? Y. Higher body count in the first ten minutes than I've seen in any movie since? Y. Ludicrously lulzy plot twist that you could see coming after the first 15 minutes? Y. Filmed in Pittsburgh? YYYYY. The Oscar snub was really unforgivable.