everything is wrong

figtreeification:
“[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.
There’s a boy in you about three
years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty
Thousand Years. Sometimes it’s a girl.
The child had to make up its mind
How to...

[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.

There’s a boy in you about three
years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty
Thousand Years. Sometimes it’s a girl.

The child had to make up its mind
How to save you from death. He said things like:
“Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”

You live with this child, but you don’t know it.
You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy
At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want

To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy
You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.
Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you.
/end id]

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ijaazat:

in order to be possessed you need to have empty places inside of you, but if you are full of things, then the thing will just wrap itself all around it and it will be a haunting instead

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#hmm #ghosts #haunting

candiedspit:

Nobody

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#fuck #words

artist-schiele:

Self Portrait as St. Sebastian, 1914, Egon Schiele

Medium: pencil,paper

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#lord #art

strawberry-trellis:

Journal entry February 28, 2017:

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#sighs #words #the void

theleoisallinthemind:

source: unknown

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#people #gender stuff

snoppy:

JESUS TAKES A SMOKE BREAK AT THE LAST SUPPER, by @iloveyouandyoudontpayme (Me) inspired by a post by @vajktvoje
[Image ID:
JESUS TAKES A SMOKE BREAK AT THE LAST SUPPER
They ask me if the chicken or the egg came first, and I
Ask them if the lamb needs more salt. They nod.
I resent speaking in riddles. It’s not like I know the answer anyway.
People often forget that I am not a god.
I take a minute to think about it. I think about how chickens look the same. I wonder what my father
Looks like.
Well, first there were snakes. And then they were chickens. I think about a snake eating our chickens when
I was 5. What came first, the snake
Or its half eaten tail?
This cigarette might be the best I’ve ever had.
I ask if the wine is alright, and their ruddy faces answer yes
And hands cover mine as we toast.
Would a chicken eat a snake?
The weather is not so good today. The dogs
Bark a street away. Wine and snakes and fathers and chickens
And eggs. Who nurtured the egg? Who fed the chicken?
These are far more important questions.
Who birthed himself? Who bled the grapes?
Who ate his tail?
What came first, the lamb or the warm hands or this damn fine cigarette?
I flick the remains of it into an ashtray.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Snake to chicken to egg.
Father to son.
/end ID]