It’s five o’clock in the morning and do you know where your mind is?
Gone, far away, frolicking with the sun,
waiting for rebirth. With sleep, we die
and pass on to heavens in our mind’s eye.
I have mastered the blackest of magicks
by waking every morn…
When you press the crosswalk button
it doesn’t do a thing,
but it makes you feel
like there’s some control
over your situation.
this is literally my favorite map in the history of maps
joe is REALLY depressed after last nite’s government fiasco, refuses to get out of bed, keeps sayin “i wish i was more like john stamos”
The Adventures of Mark Twain (1985) || The Mysterious Stranger Scene
It’s an occupation, and my mind’s the colony.
Cretins, chthonic in origin, made dugouts in my belly,
and I feel them crawl every second.
There they hide, waiting patiently to strike.
Guerilla units attack, to my surprise, all too frequently,
Meet Sir Stuffington, the most adorable one-eyed pirate cat you’ll ever meet.
Donna Meagle knows about hard (t)werk too.