hideous translucent legs
clawing
screaming
climbing up the wood frame
undulating flesh
the invader
veins through exoskeleton
waiting
climbing
wings like mower blades
waiting
climbing
climbing
you know how they get in
SODIUM
They buzz
the stinkbugs, sensing the rot
around the cheap Swedish furniture
they know that you won't touch them
you have come to an accord
they claim the room
you have the window
Daylight sets
the orange glow of the city remains
the city you want to live in
the city that is so far from your reach
the city that mocking calls every night
selfishly blocking the universe
the whole everything beyond
until you are consumed with it
the hypotheticals are kudzu
you are paralyzed by your future
the city
the city
the city
the contented rumble of the furnace
and you are alone with your thoughts.
Pep, you are the motherfucking man.
Everyone knows it. Seriously.
Please do more comics and shit.
Preferably Brine, but other ones are cool too.
Even if they don't include your trademark witty eroticism.
Remember when you did those facebook irl comics? you should do more of them
Olso is the capital of Norway.
Newfoundland is where you live.
I also hear you are growing a beard now. How's that going?
Drinking is fun for you and me.
Eleven plus nine, that is how old you are.
Look, Newfoundland is bad and you should feel bad.
U mad?
Xaxier means "fuck there are not a lot of good words that start with x"
Eappy birthday!
LOGJAM
the words
come out
oh
so
slowly
one
by
one
and
then
without
warning
it comes pouring out
like a cup runneth over,
the Great Lakes down Niagara,
the power that erupts from the splitting of an atom,
and not only do you know exactly what you wanted to say
the proper grammar, the perfect syntax, the right tone
but you see your life so far, the sum of your entire existence,
every choice and mistake you think about late at night
while the dog next door barks at shadow people only he can see,
and it unfolds in moments, scenes, chapters, books, the pleasures of a good novel
where you know exactly what went
SODIUM
They buzz
the stinkbugs, sensing the rot
around the cheap Swedish furniture
they know that you won't touch them
you have come to an accord
they claim the room
you have the window
Daylight sets
the orange glow of the city remains
the city you want to live in
the city that is so far from your reach
the city that mocking calls every night
selfishly blocking the universe
the whole everything beyond
until you are consumed with it
the hypotheticals are kudzu
you are paralyzed by your future
the city
the city
the city
the contented rumble of the furnace
and you are alone with your thoughts.
Pep, you are the motherfucking man.
Everyone knows it. Seriously.
Please do more comics and shit.
Preferably Brine, but other ones are cool too.
Even if they don't include your trademark witty eroticism.
Remember when you did those facebook irl comics? you should do more of them
Olso is the capital of Norway.
Newfoundland is where you live.
I also hear you are growing a beard now. How's that going?
Drinking is fun for you and me.
Eleven plus nine, that is how old you are.
Look, Newfoundland is bad and you should feel bad.
U mad?
Xaxier means "fuck there are not a lot of good words that start with x"
Eappy birthday!
LOGJAM
the words
come out
oh
so
slowly
one
by
one
and
then
without
warning
it comes pouring out
like a cup runneth over,
the Great Lakes down Niagara,
the power that erupts from the splitting of an atom,
and not only do you know exactly what you wanted to say
the proper grammar, the perfect syntax, the right tone
but you see your life so far, the sum of your entire existence,
every choice and mistake you think about late at night
while the dog next door barks at shadow people only he can see,
and it unfolds in moments, scenes, chapters, books, the pleasures of a good novel
where you know exactly what went
SQAB: DRUNK TEVYS EDITION pt1 by Angry-buddha-88, literature
Literature
SQAB: DRUNK TEVYS EDITION pt1
oh god bodies aren't supposed to do that
iTevs: don't drink anymore D:
shush.
...eh she probably will return drunk too
They don't exist.
like australians
they dont really exist
shit bro
eees
this is like watching a train wreck in slow motion
i feel like the universe gets smaller
scratch that
Drunk-tevys is the new drunk-buddha.
then it was drunk-dead
now it's drunk-tevys
oh god this is going to be a horrible first impression
no shut up
im not drunk
Angry-buddha-88: make him dance or something I came here to be entertained
Tevys: dude
Tevys: drink more
Tevys: you can still type
iTevs: yes you are
Tevys: you are not drun
Try to live on
second-hand sunlight
and watch faith dew
on your bared skin.
You have a soul
like an abandoned city:
there's so much potential
between "why" and "how".
But, with a look on your face
like falling snow, you whisper,
"Sometimes, the desert
is the mirage."
heysawbones (https://www.deviantart.com/heysawbones) is totally starting a thanksgiving meme so I have to do it now and you should too.
Goal: Think of ten things that you can do with your friends (online or offline) that cheer you up.
1) Be able to rant about city planning and architecture and the general sociology of cities with heysawbones (https://www.deviantart.com/heysawbones) - and she not only understands what I'm talking about but offer a competing idea.
2) Dicking around with Dick (PepperoniDeluxe (https://www.deviantart.com/pepperonideluxe))
3) Philosophy, theology and awful terrible J-pop in the same conversation with Toshiful (https://www.deviantart.com/toshiful)
4) Nerdgasming about something incredibly dorky and awesome with Bilious (https://www.deviantart.com/bilious)
5) Going to s
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY YO. Hope you have exactly the right ratio of maximum irresponsible fun and partying down with minimum regrets and responsibilities later. 8D