Cloud

Part way through a long journey I needed a rest, so I stood under a cloud. The cloud spoke to me.
“How’s your journey going?”
“I’m thirsty.”
The cloud rained on me.
I continued walking. The cloud spoke to me.
“No goodbye? Not even a thank you?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know the proper etiquette.”
“Whatever.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Nothing.”
“Would you like to come on my journey with me?”
“So you can complain to your friends about this dark cloud that keeps following you? I don’t think so.”
“That wasn’t what I meant. I’m sorry if I offended you. Thank you for the water. I have to keep walking now. Goodbye.”
“Fuck you.”

Theme

Challenge Accepted

Moons

New moon

Fuck that Twilight shit

Waxing crescent moon

Wax on

First quarter moon

Court her. Serenade her. Sing to her under the moonlight. Bring her flowers. Write her poetry. Let her know how you feel. Be her friend. Be her confidant. Tell her your secrets. Ask her for help

Waxing gibbous moon

Wax off

Full moon

Old Moon. Whole Moon. Giant Moon. Wolf Moon. Snow Moon. Chain Moon. Blue Moon. Pink Moon. Flower Moon. Strawberry Moon. Rainbow Moon. Fire Moon. Paper Moon. Harvest Moon. Hunter’s Moon. Blood Moon. Dead Moon. Cold Moon

Waning gibbous moon

The beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the end

Last quarter moon

This is when all your training pays off. You’re tired but you need to use your fatigue as a trigger. This is where it counts. Your body is failing you, but you need to reach down inside of yourself and pull out whatever you have left. Leave everything on the court. This is the difference between failure and success. It’s all on you shoulders. The time is now

Waning crescent moon

Quickly quickly, you don’t have much time

Dark moon

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Sweet dreams. I’ll leave the door open. See you tomorrow

XCNTZ

besties discussing antipo' related things

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Chestnut Lief

A sneak peak of what's to come from my album FUN, whenever it comes out...

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i want to swim in a sea of chestnuts
i want to run through a field of chestnuts
i want to knit a sweater made out of chestnuts
i want to get a whole bunch of chestnuts and draw your face on every one with a black marker
i want to put chestnuts in the microwave for 10 minutes and see what happens
i want to give you a chestnut like it is a flower
i want to shout WHAT ARE YOU FOR at a chestnut
i want to hold something in my hand that is not a chestnut and imagine that it is a chestnut
i want to read a book about chestnuts that is made out of chestnuts
i want to throw chestnuts into the air and make a high pitched squealing sound
i want to throw a chestnut at your face and make you bleed
i want to bake a pie (not chestnut related)
i want to feel a sense of existential angst whenever i think about chestnuts
i want to start a jazz funk trio called stacey and the chestnuts
i want to type 'chestnut butt' into google
i want to pet a chestnut like it is a cat
i want to anthropomorphize a chestnut
i want to make love to you dressed as a chestnut
i want to write poetry about all the things i want to do that involve chestnuts (check)

Theme

Hi fellow antipobros, the theme for this week is "accents".

Get in2 it.

this post didn't turn out as well as i'd hoped but oh well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

live blogging the apocalypse

I am a sex drug

un-aware of how to approach “blogging”

without the overwhelming sensation of self-consciousness.

i keep trying to write

but my cat is sitting on my head

without any kind of permission

or courteous behaviour.

the cat has a name;

though i tried to change it to “kate middleton”

so i kept on saying “kate middleton”

but nothing ever happened,

only glass-eyed stares

and more myspace graves.

After the rapture

the only thing left will be

thousands of online profiles,

un-liked facebook comments,

un-sold “Bones: Season 6” dvds and

un-read celebrity tweets

by “james harden” promoting “bon iver.”

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