god is laughing with his hysterical jesus
while im here trying to punch mine in the guts
god is budging in line at the soup kitchen
while we are still here pulsating hungry as fuck
god is devoloping golf courses and country clubs
and all the police and $imple $ymbol dogs
to watch and hunt over them
god said he is hungry and will eat your cancer
so don’t worry doll, about all of the cost
god is in your corner, fighting for you
if your pockets are deep enough
god is saving everyone
god is favoring everyone
except for the well and done
who don’t need to die to have enough
who wanted to live forever from the start
who expect nothing less
than oblivion
she is my vampire queen
she ruins everything inside me
and if it’s the devil that’s speaking
I say let him fucking speak
“do what thou wilt”
and don’t waste your time mediating
no one needs to tell me
how i need to be living
god is wasting time, yours and mine
we are all wasting time
waiting patently to watch all of
our family and our friends die
god is -
fuck I’m so weightless on this firefly
like gravity aborted through these vanity fucking skies
with rainbow shed invisibility cats
held in an eon box of royal press
searching with Cheshire smile/\lights
swooning in bitter woods with 3 blind mice
and these 3 blind mice have crooked ass canes
and they just learned how to walk
a worthless lazy walk
all they do
all they do
is talk talk talk
about objects I think are mousetraps
and mouse house problems
and mouse house lawns
about breaking and aching backs
through shrinking holes in kitchen walls
about monocles and stereotypes
and the death of remorse
and how they spread freely
through the trees and the forests
i feel with them, i feel allright
im feeling allright
and i could talk talk talk like nothing ends
but i dont think they wanna listen
even in this fragmented paradise
but here we talk talk talk
like he could have handled it on his own
whitney’s houstons crack pipe
against the weight of the world
this god is abandoned
dressing in drag as a whore,
wiping rust from dirty needles
living at the grocery store,
on the ground
with no shoes or shirt or pants or house
stuffing Twinkies into his sobbing dirty mouth
until the cops came around
and filled his coffin with sores
my cousin is probably in heaven now
begging for redemption -
shaking and prostrated -
a junkie Judas relegated -
before its giant closed doors
but my god
all we do
is talk talk talk talk
about
fcking
nothing DigGingholesToChinA.3    (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

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Six simple rituals:

1. Drink a glass of water when you wake up. Your body loses water while you sleep, so you’re naturally dehydrated in the morning. A glass of water when you wake helps start your day fresh.

2. Define your top 3. Every morning ask yourself, “What are the top three most important tasks that I will complete today?” Prioritizes your day accordingly and don’t sleep until the Top 3 are complete.

3. The 50/10 Rule. Solo-task and do more faster by working in 50/10 increments. Use a timer to work for 50 minutes on only one important task with 10 minute breaks in between. Spend your 10 minutes getting away from your desk, going outside, calling friends, meditating, or grabbing a glass of water.

4. Move and sweat daily. Regular movement keeps us healthy and alert. It boosts energy and mood, and relieves stress.

5. Express gratitude. Gratitude fosters happiness. Each morning, think of at least five things you’re thankful for. In times of stress, pause and reflect on these things.

6. Reflect daily. Bring closure to your day through 10 minutes of reflection. Asks yourself, “What went well?” and “What needs improvement?”

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Id exchange cars for lions
and the internet for some fucking peace
watch green vines scale the sides of building
creaking bent as they weep
into tall offices and business parks
where necks are strangled by keyboards
with monotone microphone mouths
they still smile and thrive
when the VP gazes down
with the drool of regulated progression
poured out the corner of vacant mouths
Id exchange planes for a range of multiplying rain clouds
pin them with needles to the ground
tear off their wings as they struggle
who is the sociopath now
line up all the preachers
line up all the officers
line up all the politicians
line up all the doctors
fat shackled wrists lead to the center of the town
drop each one onto a stake
like we’re living in Vlad Dracula’s house
talk about finances and collateral damage mortgages and cash cows
between the popping and screaming sounds
they preach woozy gospel of wooden stakes through the mouth
my insurance agent stands in the center of the city
repeating,
If you were dead, she could be living
If you were dead, she would be living
If you were dead, she could be living
all it takes is a signature and a nominal fee
all I can think
WOULD SHE WANT TO LIVE HERE WITHOUT ME
yeah, probably
no one calls me as much as my insurance agent
depressing disgusting
add another liability to my life insurance policy
then go fuck yourself you’re going to hell
just like her
just like me SAD.2   (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

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when something so profoundly sad
renders you emotionless (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

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amandaonwriting:

Stages of Grief
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bbaassically
truangles:

YOU’RE PERFECT TO ME by Danny Norris (Truangles)
more of my art here and prints and tees available here
V I R T U A L C E N T U R Y 
If tomorrow were never to come, it would not be worth living today. ― Albert Einstein (via psych-quotes)

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I need some downers and a hot shower

let me be numb

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By Camilla Meijer