mop your head

there’s a bleak line of babbling jims

marsupial phlegm

bob haircut hiccups

bank stickups

i saw it on the news

i read it online

i put my brain in a better place

but it always capsizes

in a lethargic pool of its own cerebral ceramic

frantic panic

grocery store lines

long car rides

fuck

channel eleven

when you play basketball

do you even understand it

when the ball is in your hand

do you feel the dimples

the way they feel you

and count them in your head

i do

eyelids like lead

hands dirty like christina

when she was xxxtina

uncut uncouth sticking to your palms

to bed, bath, and BEYOND!

said scuzz lightbeer

unto me when i was very young

and numb not as dumb

as i am now

but i’ve learned how to appear more wise

and sometimes i have a beard

and you may notice but you stay mum

and i like it that way

because your mouth is a farm for cum

and i haven’t had a release in days

i go to bed and pray

GOD DAMMIT I NEED TO SPRAY

roll me a boner, God

drop a log

postmarked

123 dickstick avenue

city, state, zip code

lymph nodes

much larger than the size of my head

can kill you

but people die everyday

and we’ll go eat at o’charleys

after the service

and try to forget anything ever even happened

so keep wasting emotions

throw away your tongue

you only need your thumbs

keep texting on your apple fuckphone

and overcompensating for the fact that you are nothing

spec of dirt

grain of sand

pencil shavings

parking ticket

the first and last duck in a row

you’re really something special

you’re 1 in 8 billion and counting

can you even comprehend

what happens every second outside your bedroom at 4 AM

while there’s a fly buzzing in the shutters

sending shards of shit and dust peppering onto your doughy face

my names always in your mouth

so you must like the taste

lemon meringue

opaque hot wit

with whimsical sensibility

empowered with melancholic tranquility

look back up from your phone

i can smell the smug dribbling from your pores like puke

it must be nice to keep making messes

you never have to mop up

you’re a diamond

stuck in a sea of shit

but your luster never catches

and you’re just cockwashed coal

bobbing in and out of the sea of loneliness

for the rest of eternity

nothing but sun spots

shipwrecks

jagged rocks

insects

fucking and laying so many eggs in your eyes

you’d think your brain was a god damn

chicken coup

if you really knew him

would you still stand by your man

as he secretes secrets

past lives

good times

you can cover your mouth and try to hold it in

but it’s still coming out of the cracks

fine wine

lines in your hands

you can trace them all night

and ponder, wander, and wonder

but you’re going nowhere

you got nothing

your life is meaningless

and your shoes are dumb

drop the hope

and get fucked in the ass

by authority’s meat

as it pendulum swings into

your red light district

rips tares and tears

stay safe

wear a condom

be cool

get cancer

pencils are not your friend

pencils breed mistakes

they have erasers on the ends

erase yourself

i’d erase myself

but i’m fucking busy

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good. real good.

what are you looking for
and do you ever find it

what are you looking for

and do you ever find it

mannequinhollowcaust:

just got around to making a flyer cuz this is kind of a last minute show for me, but super excited to play with a bunch of friends bands in Asheville tomorrow night for a #prenewyearspostrockpunkgazenoiseparty or whatever. DO IT!

TONIGHT ASHEVILLE

mannequinhollowcaust:

just got around to making a flyer cuz this is kind of a last minute show for me, but super excited to play with a bunch of friends bands in Asheville tomorrow night for a #prenewyearspostrockpunkgazenoiseparty or whatever. DO IT!

TONIGHT ASHEVILLE

washing my shirt

i know you’ll read it

because you’re like me.



hey.

all is well.

i’m still insane.

using a shitty vessel to cryptically communicate.

sounds familiar.



dancing with an inadequate puppet.

makes me less lonely only half the time.

your smile would ruin me when it was all crooked like that.

i never see it anymore anyways.

sounds familiar.



waiting impatiently.

swiss cheese conscience.

want to drive there and steal your mouth.

sounds familiar.



I want to eat pizza and rescue kittens with you every night. I want to hold your hands until the world burns and they fall off. Or at least until you get self conscious and think they’re too sweaty and let go.

all too familiar.



i’ve been waiting to wash this shirt, but the smell is fading.

Benjamin Jessee took some great photos at our last show.

11/15 at The Hideaway, Johnson City, TN

http://nerveendings.bandcamp.com/

The Cigarettes

ink on canvas matte thing. for sale/trade.