literarybinge:

dirtyreggae:

just without the substances.

i was a fish in a tree

surround by fires flying on wings

now i am a kafkaesque rug

on a rainbow, on a goat

bathed in the blood of a horse’s ass

three seal men in a bathroom

this is all a metaphor for loneliness or something

but nobody can understand it

because i am THE KING OF CONCEIT

melting clocks IN MY BRAIN

3:28 am  •  4 February 2012  •  18 notes