rapeage:

im sinking (in your sink)

The Weird Dream

I had just fallen asleep from waking up to my alarm clock. I was in a mixture of Tom and Melinda’s house, and I’m pretty sure we had eaten mexican food. I was with Tyler in the bathroom, and I saw an electric razor. I picked it up and started shaving the sides of my head. Tommy came in and we got distracted talking about things like we usually do, and when I looked back I realized that I hadn’t shaved it enough, or evenly, so I went back in to fix it. When I was shaving the left side near the back, I forgot that I still had my pony tail in, and for some reason it caught on fire. I quickly dunked my entire head under the faucet and filled up the sink. When I raised my head and surveyed the damage my hair wasn’t even wet. The mohawk had flopped down over the sides and it looked completely normal. I finished it all up and went outside with Tyler. 

Tommy and Us were planning to go on a walk. Tommy’s mom wanted to talk to him beforehand, so Tyler and I went out side. Outside was dusky and desolate, with blooms of dark maroon, dried blood, musty green and black color. We were in the rundown part of a town or city. The buildings were very 90’s and there were a few warehouses, I think. We came out the back sliding door of Tommy’s, and there was a sort of patio behind their house, but it didn’t have a roof or anything, just a brick wall on the street side. It gave way to a few dead trees and patches of a decaying garden.

Tyler sat on sort of barrel or large overturned bucket sitting against the brick wall, and he hugged me into his chest, playing with my new hairdo, saying I was beautiful and funny. 

Tommy and his mom walked outside. Apparently his mom had asked him to mow(/rake, I don’t remember clearly which) a five-by-five section of the garden that didn’t even have any grass on it. He was clearly pissed about it. The situation continued to escalate until Tommy and his Mom were practically having a brawl and Melinda had him in a headlock. She let go and walked inside. 

We went for the walk. There was moonlight splattered on the dirty road, and trickling down through crumbling maple leaves. We walked until we came to a two-story off-white cement building, with a wall splitting off from it that had an archway. It was lit by lights on the side of the building. In front of the arch way were two or three filing cabinets arranged so that you couldn’t see what was behind them. We made for the archway, and as we looked around the corner of the filing cabinets we heard

“Hey, c’mere I wanna show you something. Come take a look at this”

There were two people, a young woman and man, selling stuff out of the filing cabinets. We took a look at what it was, but the only thing they had were pencils. Just different kinds of pencils. 

I woke up. 

"‎I am here not to make you understand me, I am here to help you to understand yourself. You have to watch your own actions, your relationships, your moods more closely: how you are when you are alone, how you are when you are with people, how you behave, how you react, whether your reactions are past-oriented, fixed patterns of thought or you are spontaneous, responsible. Watch all these things, go on watching your own mind, heart. That’s what has to be understood, that is the book to be opened. You are the unopened book."

Osho

(Source: beautifulconsciousness, via floppytittedebonyprincess)

eyedekay:

business as usual she proclaims as she turns the key in the lock to the crystakl case of hand blown ear gauges. im so glad everybody likes outfits now. lets set these lame ducks ablaize. a wild kindness not reserved for the grown bed wetters. a elementary run away who grew up and sleeps in the tunnels leaves for a day and dies eating on your filler taste scraps. you hold a march over the dead body demanding tee shirts inscribed ‘pop punk is defended by cuddling and’. people who earn less money then you pt you on the back. you shake his girlfriends hand. the african american community goes wild. this poem is for sale 50 dollers

Dream of Teeth and Cities once again.

There was, as there usually is, a first part of the dream that I don’t remember well. Or it may have been a dream that I had before I woke up briefly. I was with a relatively large group of people that I knew in a city which was probably New York, the difference being it was quite clean, and there weren’t as many people in it. It seemed that we had just arrived, or had just landed there, and we may have been a sort of colony. I was able, in the dream, to sort of just call them up in my mind and know exactly where they were. 

The beginning of the dream was quite blurry, but throughout the whole thing I kept coming back to this hotel. It was made of light grey stone, and it had a courtyard type thing, surrounded by huge glass walls that stretched up some seventy feet or more. The floor of the courtyard was white stone, and the whole thing was shaped like an ‘L’. The long side stretched out in front of me as I entered it, and the shorter corridor led you to the actual entrance to the building. On the long side there was also a rectangular fountain, filled with grasses and plants, and of course water. 

I don’t exactly remember what I was biting, but it was either a tie on my clothes that wouldn’t loosen, or a package I was trying to open. The thing was as it loosened, so did my teeth, and soon my molar, one of my front teeth, and two other teeth on my left side (one on the top, one on the bottom) were awfully loose and almost falling out. I reached up to see what was wrong with them, and the molar on my right side fell out into my hand and so did another tooth but I was able to fit it back in. In a few minutes it had cemented itself back into place.

I went to find my dad, and he was at a wedding, or a rehearsal, in a building that was much less modern than the rest of them in the city. It looked as if the inside hadn’t been redone since the late 70’s because of the style of everything. The walls were a maroon-ish red and cream, and the lighting made everything look sticky. My sister Melly was there as a bridesmaid and she was sitting with Aliza, my Dad, and a few other bridesmaids. They were sitting at the end of hallway that came directly from stairs leading downwards. There were two other entrance ways that were on either side of them. The one on the left was where all the food was, the one on the right where all the dancing was going to take place. I sat down with my Dad and Melly and told them of my problem, but since I couldn’t talk very well because my teeth were falling out they didn’t listen much. I showed my dad my molar and asked if my dentist could fix my teeth. I tongued my empty molar slot and my gums had already filled it in. It felt like a very small electric shock ran through my jaw if I touched it. My Dad said no probably not and went on talking.

I left them and went back and found Tommy. I think. It wasn’t really clear who it was. At this point the dream gets a bit blurry again. I’m pretty sure we were at a type of event. I think my teeth had mostly solidified and didn’t hurt anymore so I mostly forgot about them. I tried to bite something again, something a man, darker in color maybe ‘boop boop’ Indian, asked me to open and suddenly my teeth were falling out again. I had tried to open it without touching the teeth that had previously been loosened, but it just made another fall out. It was the one directly to the left of my left incisor, and a few other teeth were loosened. I kept trying to fit the one that had fallen out back in, but it wouldn’t fit right and the whole time I had the feeling I was putting it in backwards but I didn’t do anything about it. 

I had a few premiering thoughts in this dream. When the above tooth fell out I felt that all my other teeth were separate entities, and they were all complaining about how much they hurt when the other was trying to fit back in between them, but I ignored them because the other one had actually fallen out of it’s home and it had a lot more to be complaining about. I also had a very conscious thought that, because earlier in the dream the teeth, once put back, had cemented themselves back into place in a few minutes, that I should’ve just sat down and left them undisturbed with my mouth closed, instead of playing with them. 

I remember trying to talk to people but they couldn’t understand me so I wrote things down on a notepad. Eventually I wrote quite a funny story about it, although I never got the chance to finish it. I left the event I was at and walked back to the hotel. I entered the courtyard and there were three people sitting on one of the granite benches in the smaller section. Well, the guy was sitting, the two girls were standing and flirting with him. He had his hands on one of the girls hips, and the other girl said ‘Well if you’re not leaving, why don’t you spread ‘em?’ (both the girls were wearing black yoga pants it was nasty has hell). I had no idea why they were doing this in public so I stared at them dumbfounded as the other girl pulled the first’s buttcheeks apart and slapped them and then they looked at me as if I was the one being rude. I turned away. I saw through the glass there was a black man that had just reached the sidewalk from the crosswalk and he was waving his arms quite funny and said something funny in my brain. I was still trying to fit my tooth in correctly. The man came over and shouted through the glass that I should try it the other way. I did and it hurt and chipped itself and others so I gave up and woke up.

I was still quite groggy, and led my tongue over my mouth to check that all my teeth were still there. 

“If you dream that your teeth are loose, there will be failures and gloomy tidings… If you loose your teeth, you will have burdens that crush your pride and demolish your affairs… To dream of spitting out teeth, portends personal sickness, or sickness in your immediate family… For one tooth to fall out foretells disagreeable news; if two, it denotes unhappy states that the dreamer will be plunged into from no carelessness on his part. If three fall out, sickness and accidents of a very serious nature will follow…To dream that you pull one of your teeth and lose it, and feeling within your mouth with your tongue for the cavity and failing to find any… leaving the whole affair enveloped in mystery, denotes that you are about to enter into some engagement which does not exactly please you, and which you decide to ignore, but will later take it up and secretly prosecute it to your own disquieting satisfaction and under the suspicion of friends.”

“To attend a wedding in your dream, you will speedily find that there is approaching you an occasion which will cause you bitterness and delayed success.”

Out of 10,000 Dreams Interpreted by Gustavus Hindman Miller

floppytittedebonyprincess:

sounds of existence permeate
through screens created
by stretching observer’s
flesh over glass mountains;
scurrilous chirping and furious
toneswoops like wooden spoons
falling from the cabinet onto
the thick, cracked floor that
collects itself beneath the soles
of your thick, cracked feet

amethyst dome with overgrown
houseplants suspended inside of
cubical glasses and draped above
our fascination with each other
because you are so beautiful it
makes my heart pummel my
ribcage and blood flood my face
and a flock of alate beings soar
throughout within and I want our
energies to flow through one
another like water flows through
perforated and serrated rocks
that seem to glass your beauty
in such an uncanny way that I
am left with quivering muscles
and a yearning to be yours
(I will always love you forever)

the clitorisgoat ramifications pierced
faces of diagonal children towards
ancient chlorophyll monuments
towering hideously like moonlit dogs;
peeled back are the broken branches
pulling apart your perpetual ribcage
and breaking your beating heart with
dexterity like an ambidextrous minister:
repeat reaper raper rapper paper laser
stop
generous twine helpings trickled down
the spine of androgynous housecats
like lice on your seven year old hair;
blatant monarchy strangles the sun
behind your eyes like barbwire that
tightens around a carcase and punctures
purple pigments purging out fluid porridge
which the ground happily guzzles in
agreement with your pain, and this
groovy earth continues to cackle in
weakening rotations while your chakras
bleed out onto the disgusting concrete

(via neverneverlost)

"Because
only the truest things always

are true because they can’t be true"

e. e. cummings, from “that melancholy”

(Source: proustitute, via floppytittedebonyprincess)

the sacrificial lamb is also the god 

of the churches hated opposing religion

which turned out to be the pastor for the preacher

who preaches about religion in schools to the UN

who wants to take religion out of society

which hates individualism and promotes normality

which to me seems a bit abnormal..