Today's race is brought to you by coffee and disgusting energy gels. #brooklynhalf #fb
an unfinished sketch of a happy go lucky highway journey or not.
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
i could not be the shiny silver mirror for you
reflecting back that perfect image of you
i’ve got tarnish, streaks and cracks of my own
i’m on my way, i’ve got to visit this place alone
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
i’m like that bus crash that you passed in Peru
smoking, wreckage, there’s no help coming for you
a lost sister, fallen down through the cracks
a sucker punch, a stutter step, left you to the rags
i burnt myself to a cinder
block building in a city far right of the line
of my emotional unavailability it sucks us down
pushes back peddle talking over what i just said
don’t quote me on that tide flow
marina trench mouth from the oily phrases that you spewed
nothing left but headshot and i pwnd you
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
still down with the death flu. it really is a plague on me. so my life has been an uninteresting parade of fever and NyQuil induced hallucinations and brave friends hauling me provisions.
time awoken: 10:45am
number of Wolf’s Rain Episodes watched: 5
number of Buffy Episodes watched: 2
number of times I wished I could get the fuck off my couch and out of my apartment: innumerable. maybe today will be the day.
Above is Johannes Kepler’s rendering of the inner planets, first published in his Mysterium Cosmographicum of 1596. It was to illustrate his theory that the orbits were spherical shells, nested between the five Platonic solids. Not such a sound hypothesis, but makes for a lovely drawing, which is going to go on my back next to my current tattoo.
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