stacey armstrong.
happy birthday robert!

happy birthday robert!


!truth disappears with history and gossip!

mary lamb

you killed your mother with a kitchen knife because your brother got all the attention. tall, blonde, blue-eyed - you and your brother both dark. you were the smart one, the one who brought in the bread. yet you were neglected, so expected, so the knife came down pretty hard. and without regret it was just partial insanity. your dark haired brother saw it too, he knew when something was wrong. 

he was sad too.

but you were both so logical, so reasonable, so liked by writers, artists, musicians. perhaps they related, perhaps you were shamed. alcohol and depression: calm and controlled and insane. so take me away, you knew you had to go and always return.

so i think this is how it goes: he got you pregnant. he got you pregnant and walked away or you had a death of your own. friends talked you down from the bridge and family took you in to find something to live for.

well let’s all be a slave.

you watched the family, a family, the family you cared for. their child was perfect. you envied them, planned it all out. the nanny went for eggs; you took care of the child. right to the kitchen, right for a knife, right to the bedroom, right for the head. 

bucket in place to catch the pour. 

you realized your guilt, you realized your consequence. put the head on the window, put the body on the sill and show the world your guilt. because you are.

but why so murdersome, so savage. no emotion, no regret, no motive? yet it was the thought of the awareness of your actions with no moral obligation.

you just had to do it.

i’ve felt that way before, i just had to do it. something tells you then you tell yourself, it must be done. do it, but don’t do it - if you wouldn’t like it done to yourself… overrated when the horror is already said and done. 

partial insanity, or is that just forgiveness? feel shame. be punished. it was probably what you wanted all along, to feel something. but on all account, trying to feel something just doesn’t seem to work.

well they say that sometimes murder is a derivative of suicide. 

wishing your life away, trying to take your life away by ultimately taking another’s life away. all in order for someone to take yours. good riddance and goodnight.

how much action could a chinstrap action
if a chinstrap could cause action?
as much action as a chinstrap could action,
if a chinstrap could cause action.


Mac DeMarco – Passing Out Pieces (90 plays)

what mum don’t know has taken its toll on me.


t-town can be good, i guess. 

golden forest. 

the normal distribution of happiness.

the normal distribution of happiness.

thanks kristy.

while exhibiting the perceptions that were unconsciously stored, we awake a life that never existed. transforming into a fantasy/a life that never existed into strictly fluid thoughts each step of the way, like a child. like a child we awake and hold on to. like a child we wait in longing.

The Jesus and Mary Chain – Darklands (88 plays)



grotesque part i.

the golden touch lies underwood (part viii.)

by Thomas Rowe

I have been handed the golden touch from the visous underwood// I have seen great men sink into the wax of their work.// AS did a father of afather// how dare I speak! only the son of his son

I ask when must I say goodnight to us all.