Migraine

I read the post marks,

Coffee swills in an otherwise empty stomach,

With no provocation, it happens.

I become static.

My fingernails and teeth are receptive,

Prongs of a tuning fork, struck repeatedly.

Distress signals reverberate, disrupting my sensory perceptions.

Photophobic, all I want is darkness,

Under soft sheets, inside the nearest coffin.

I need my head on your breast,

Tucked safely into your armpit.

You have to save me, rub my back

While you whisper the sweetest lies as I vomit.

Nothing emerges, forlorn, paler than usual.

Death is non-existence.

All of the awful things I’ve ever felt

Are all at once trying to force their way out of my body,

From behind my right eye with unrelenting fury.

Cereal And Conspiracies

I rode my bicycle home under gray and black skies.  I beat the rain.  I can’t remember the last time I beat anything. The conversation saturated with blackberries lingered within.  In my bedroom, alone, I thought of our aspirations.  I thought about Paul McCartney while I ate cereal.  I hoped Paul was dead, it makes the hoax so grandiose and brillant.  The thoughtfulness, and the symbolism is quite staggering, mind boggling, really.  Stay dead Paul and I’ll stay hopeful.  I steeped the puffs of corn, the processed cocoa byproduct, streaked down the side of the bowl into the milk.  Ever the connoisseur, I said out loud, “great legs.”

Dance Party!

This is how I want to behave when I’m elderly!

Sometimes In The Dead Of Night I Mesmerize My Soul

   Satyricon’s album Nemesis Divina is flawless start to finish. I have been going at it hard lately. Another Black metal band from Norway I wish I was in. I need to move there, at least visit.  All hail!

Uh Oh The Nominations Are In!

I have been nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award, by the thoughtful:  unfetteredbs  I am extremely grateful and very moved to be considered by you. If you can write or do anything that connects with another human being, mission accomplished!     

Now, there are some rules that are to be followed when one gets nominated for this award. Here they are: * Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post * Share 7 things about yourself * Nominate 10 or so bloggers you admire * Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know

I have a Bacholar’s degree in English Literature.

I have lived my entire life in Queens, New York.

Writing is something I have loved since the second grade. Thank you Mrs. Kaufman.

I am co-vocalist for a Metal/Hardcore band, Vincent Price Is Right.

I have an obsession with Owls, Jack ‘o’ lanterns, and schnurrbarts. The latter is German for moustache, I’m 31 and can’t grow one proper.

 My family is large and fragmentary and very important to me. I would be nothing without their love and support.

I put Hot Sauce on everything.

 

There are elements in these blogs that either connect to me or trigger my mind or heart or both. I nominate:

 

http://cenicitas.com/

http://vagabondjohn.wordpress.com/

http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/

http://joyandruin.wordpress.com/

http://sillymickelsapocalypticwakeupcall.wordpress.com/

http://rightinfrontofme.wordpress.com/

http://jacsprat.wordpress.com/

http://tiedtosky.wordpress.com/

http://amypajewski.wordpress.com/

http://gessyalvarez.wordpress.com/

…and again thank you to unfetteredbs - I am touched.

We Could Be The Champions Of Art

I love everything about this song.

Waste Gear On Y’all

I made a promise not to get my hands dirty,

Walking off the sting is a conscious decision,

Some people believe their own fiction,

I repudiate the carcinogens.

I know the facts, the truth is

I feel pity for the misguided and their versions.

Suture my pride while I laugh

At those who have yet to find themselves.

I have nothing to prove,

I never did,

It just took me years to recognize it.