badgernoir

badgernoir

This user account status is Approved

creativity would streak these streets if the blood would stop pumping for maybe five, six seconds or so but instead we've become accustomed to the taste like cheap wine or bad coffee it could have been better if we tried but instead we'd left it to die just like everything else.

I am a barricade I wish I was not Because I closed off the door and you couldn't get in and turned away and now you're gone and I'm alone and I'm hurt. I am tearing myself down and opening the door but you have left and I'm alone and I'm hurt and you're gone. Everyone should push it down and everyone should laugh and everyone should live and love and die and cry and I'm alone and I'm hurt. and I'm so hurt. and you're gone.

Savages. Those damn pigeons. Eating all my bread. Eating my burger. You sick fucks. What do you want, you rats with wings? You are nothing like the Goodfeathers. You are a disappointment to society. I am ashamed to be near you, pigeons. Strut. Strut. Squawk. Strut. Strut. Squawk.

wafer

Wafers on the floor wafers on the floor wafers in your eye wafers on the floor everybody is dead except for the television stars and platinum record holding pop sensations with gold chains and false sincerity wafers on the floor wafers on the floor your eye is on the floor you are dead and so am I and so are they and. and. and.

ensue

En. Sue. You go to. I go to. The process. En. Sues. Me. You. What. Youarenotanastronautland. I am you. You are not me. En. Sue. The only we you can. The only only on. lie. me.

The enemy of life is death, and the enemy of death is anxiety. I am the enemy anxiety - the conscious boy. The enemy of me is fear and passion. The all-American lonely man, the enemy of the social state, the enemy of the world. The enemy consumes all, and all consume the enemy, and all let go when their hands break.

The thing most people think of when the word anchor is introduced to mind is pirates and piracy. I certainly do. However, being a descendant of Bartholomew Roberts, I suppose my anchor comes with more fury and more swords and maybe just a bit more tea. Hell. Who knows.

vines

The vines of optimistic life branch out, or something like that. Since 1940 they've been steadily declining or being cut down and we now brood in our homes in front of the screen until it hurts to look at anything else.

signals I have nothing to say about signals stand in line rank file rank file signals I have nothing but signals everybody anybody signals fire signals

lamb

The lambs were pulled out to slaughter by the calloused hands of men larger than life itself, beckoning to the water and screaming at the sky. They kissed the ground and pulled the triggers, said their prayers and twisted limbs. The music turned off because no one wanted to hear it and the bus crashed into the wall. They were judged.

load more entries

writing since 2012 · 24 entries · 24 days shown up

each square is a day—lit means Badger showed up.

3longest streak

24days written

0.4entries / week

on this day 14 years ago

Badger wrote about hundred
“One hundred hours and one hundred days My mind has felt this awful way I can't get out, I can't get in My life feels like I'm caged within The keys are gone, my heart is broken I've seemed to ha…”

the words Badger reaches for

wallsmindwishenemypossibleclaimlovesignalswafersfloordeathtrialhandsnowheartlost