A WAISTING AWAY

I told myself
there’s a whale of a time
their’s was a wail of a crime
they’re Weil-ists: I can, therefore so am I.

And it’s only
a ways
a waste
a waist
a way

Sometimes I’m Welsh
but only when I’m in the ocean
Sometimes I’m a hammerhead shark
but only when I’m feeling like it

Humility is attentive patience
We are not patient
We are not modest
We are the new age

The New Wave New Wave
The Sonic Sonic Youth Youth
The Queens of the Stoned Age

Turtle, come out of
your transparent shell
you’re a useless shield
yore days are over

The god days are over

You’re dyslexic
He’s perplexic
She’s anorexic

You’re a ways
He’s a waste
She’s a waist

Where there’s a will there’s a way
(Where there’s a journalist there’s journalese)
(Where there’s a poet there’s Poe-trees)

There we go
shark
turtle
dog

Cage cage caged
away awaits

(Source: asthmas, via krystalmethhead)

untitled by Baie. on Flickr.

untitled by melancholija on Flickr.

rusticmeetsvintage:

- by -Olivia Rae James- #flickstackr

Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/ehjrGa

(via rosycheeksanduglythings)

(Source: airows, via whatthewordsmiss)

madre-perla:

Chaves da Costa, Parque Florestal de Monsanto, Lisboa, Portugal

(via funkylives)

adorus:

deep forest (by Marthe Hagen)

(via contiempo)

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