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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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Kill Your Passions, Live Your Lovers
It's like I do everything but prove it. Then when your god and your world and your only World comes crashing down, and your Dad is too high And your Mom is too distant, and your cats are all shitty, And you only got what you're damned is me, and goddamn. Coz I will create ruins for you and call them nothing But that, the gods are dead and we only need to walk In nature. The river valley brings us together the way Stoners know souls kiss in this for once and that is forever. Your heart looks like some green haze drifting off in the trees. We used to just get high and get lost in forests. Now we just bleed our best hurting like this fucking city. But the forests call, I know. I see it in your earthen eyes. All the animals are drawn to you like smoke. They hear your Heart and god whispering unsettled things in settled winds. Your heart bothers me so much I can't sleep. I just, I just I drink too much, you smoke a lot, we're both quitting, And I love you for trying and letting me. It's like all I can do is love you but prove it.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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3:22 AM, FEELING SHIT
If you love words as much as me, If you love food as much as me, If you love At all, as much as me. If you cannot restrain yourself From the senses, And you cannot get enough, Then fuck you too. I love you. There's this shitty world out there. And I'm a believer in shitting on it. But we find ways to make the harsh Not so, we make whiskey, we make wine. We make au poivre ladled over striploin. Goddamn, we do our best. And then we don't. And that is me. Not doing my best. But trying. Wondering why pickled shallots so pink Make everything, and I mean everything better. And only discovering now that hangovers Are just too much of you, so have another drink. You will hate yourself in the afternoon. You gotta live, and live only for nights. We only live at night.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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Daddy's Girl
There's this world out there. Fuck Do they hate me when I hate me. I threw an orange at her Dad during Christmas meal. I had enough. I have all the backup and none. I'm just Sorry, not sorry. Call me a drunk one More time. I'll prove your shit theory As I take your daughter home and give Her the only home she's ever known, Dad. God, does she hate me today. And God, Do I love you for giving me the strength To be, to hurt, to submit and say I'm sorry. I am sorry. I said it. I am a man, after all. This is why he gave me a ride home. That's what real men do. She Will never understand. And we will Break up and I will laugh at citrus Being the focal point of finally. I can love you all, and will, but you Do not tell me about one more Conspiracy theory and claim Jesus. Fuck you all, with love.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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Deep Breaths, None Left
There was the intention of angels. You were all born. How they all wished you Good luck. And that was all It ever was, was you. I hope you burn Your life forward like some great depth Not meant to ever live, but to survive its crests. The abyss was meant to live through. I survive. You die enough times, look at your eyes. Your face is forever and the mirror but a puzzle. Those times you felt gods pick you up again. Through and through, do, you do anew. Your new Tears are just your last lives. When she tells you a joke and you're high again. I'll love you into whatever I can. Meaning is us, and soup, and cats again. There are worlds out there I wish to be none of. Just this is enough, never enough, you're all of my loves. Some hope on the horizon, my demons see the sun is seizing. I look forward to bread with you. I look forward to water. You settle me beyond my worst tempests. You settle me like An alcohol can be sobering, gods in radios, lovers in truths. I'll stand with you till we die through the times. Those tears can roll down my chest. When the only animals cry and the old forests burn I feel you fucken die. I feel you to my devils And back. I got your back, babe. Let it learn To repair itself, same way we do. Nature Kisses you on the lips, and to know what you are– Terrestrial and truly, some love-truth, spirit-form Anyhow, always-known. I get you. Enough to kiss Back. I want you in all my lives. Feline and forever. I'll die every form to forget you and here I am. This constant of universe, yours, yours, pouring out In ever-verse, yours. Crying to the cosmos. Your silly Fuck, the words endeared to prayer. Necessary beauty Comes full circle, immediately enso. You'll feel me to ruins.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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Respect The Blade
There goes the tip of my finger. Brand new peeler, Japanese blade. Tried to love a watermelon radish. Pretty things go together like Skin on skin, blood and greens. No citrus vinaigrette can mask The iron I shed. Passion, chef. Let the hurt taste real pretty.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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Steak Tartare
Chop the tendy just enough. Run the knife through thrice over. She's rose red and bloomed. Mince the shallots, bruise the capers. Fuck with some pickle, then the extraordinary Yet ordinary elixirs, of the vinegar & oil persuasions. We need horseradish dijonnaise. We need Salt to love up its partner. We need to mightily zest Some floral horse-root. To fuck, you need a companion. Chips or focaccia? Whatever satiates for now but, There will be a next time. Run your sunny sacred egg Off the top and vibe rich. Yellow chive garden waterfall.
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suicideandcheese · 4 months
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But Do It With Intent
Heretic smiles and heathen whiles. Takes the journey by night to finally laugh. Writhe along, lush withins, whiskered for wear. Bear your spirit Animals are just my kinda teeth. Soft yet hard like diamonds are just rocks Emanating something aching, akin To the soul. Too sharp, once Bitten, to forevers gnostic. Takes the woodpecker to anomalize a new Home. And to ever have one. Somewhere, she knows. It grows. Takes some time to know a person so Like none at all enough, you know Their face so well from dreams They've been there for you Manifesting forever. You Don't do a thing but bear Hug your other and the world we all Inhabit. Yeah, we're dying, dying So good we got jokes To mark our filthy graves as We laugh over yesteryear's abyss. Diamond others in hands Without hands, the handless Holding rocks sacred without sense To feel a composite, composed Texture. Only the gods Could instance us here to drag our Soft, boney digits across some cragged Hell, and call it home, and love it to hell, Some heaven to hell.
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suicideandcheese · 6 months
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Mylo, Play
It's good to be Fat, I say, Enjoying that beauty Of a gut On my rescue Kitten, growing in sin So gluttonous for Goddamn anything. I just feed him more, In the name of all things Holy and fucked, my Boy, neutralize the fucked. Give that belly some proper Use and abuse and love The world for what It at once allows, That it only once allows. You only thing, trying.
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suicideandcheese · 6 months
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Pitter
What the culture wants Doesn't matter. What the culture worlds Doesn't matter. Patter.
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suicideandcheese · 6 months
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Line Cooked
A batch of cooks Slayed and slaying. You wanna Hear some Frank? We do our always. Damn we do What the ticket Says, something to Satiate, we got you. Franky on repeat. "You guys just wanna hotbox my car and fucken Cry?" Word, heard, altogether Yes, chef. Uniform admittance. Kill me down like they do.
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suicideandcheese · 7 months
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City of the Sigh
Under the lantern sun, an any one. For a second, some more. A night so young you are Expired by the morning lung. Scarce light is such light. Sobering sky, close the awry. So nicely are the fucked. Everhearts of precision atrocity.
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suicideandcheese · 7 months
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Dirty Earths
You could sleep again. But you won't. There's aardvarks on the wall, Sniffing ass, selling nature. I turn my head to the ground. God, it's dead with all the under. Teach me, earthworm, to be grateful Of just no light and never, if ever, then death. I learned a lot, eh. Quiet kisses into the earth. Dirty lips keep Me me.
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suicideandcheese · 7 months
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All Laws Abiding
And maybe you give up on your Own Spirit. And maybe you Should give up And maybe your Spirit Sounds dirty. Hear it to be But raw and ugly. I want the world To Thrash about it, that sounds like friends to me. Gods in the end will get You. Get in, get into it. Get their bold hold on your damned hellscapes. Then prove the world your fire is Friendly. Your fire is all, frenetic and Finally. Your fire cooks food and Fucks with Nobody. It fucking dances like Flames concealing hells. It contains them. It damn-well contains them. You will remain with them, abliss in Certainty Without prison, without wellness needed. There's a steak on the grill that needs not a tong. Not a salt shake, not any attention, just this Disappearance act into your Face. Gently are the juices that should. Gently, fluid.
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suicideandcheese · 7 months
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Gods Again, Should
You sleep like wine for ages, never To be tasted, let alone Popped. It's just a kill-spirit. Some liquorice in the glove box From last year after seeing Something, with Popcorn and the butters. To remain a silly kid away from real Life is just a Saturday Morning, Monday'd anyway, Cartooned, every day, any where, Take you there but to spiders. Hybrids, costumes, liars. We live in a cinematic narrative I wanna sleep off for gods again. Drink to intuition, drink to senses Tingling, for you must be living For, for what but a salty story. Saturday your glory, spiderly, man. Sell it like a damsel in distress. Salt it surely, I said, something nearly-- The gods cob their heads webbed. It's so easy to fall from heaven You think, costume atatter. Cherry nibs make the abuse Matter. Root beer subdues The latter. Channel your mad hatter. Oh, Lewis. Oh, god. Oh, Alice. Oh, fuckety why when the mad man Makes me high.
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suicideandcheese · 10 months
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Tears of the Abyss
Couplets tasked with mortality Pray for the remains Ungodly to ask But ask to guard Guard as if asked Begod yourself to task Fallen suns and death angels Becoming none At last and it is Everlast an abyss To exist is to always To exist, the rain on us together The cave of us The cave
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suicideandcheese · 10 months
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Internals
Interior interrogations Exterior improvisations
Life on a somehow Life, and some, how we
Bury the dead Bury the mouth with bread
Everests for existence Forever the altitudes
Nothings forward on Nothings
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suicideandcheese · 11 months
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Last Lives
You get so deep it hurts. Days on a hellride, nights on a death Spiral. And rent, how we obey. I have no substance for you, okay. I have only patterns of nearly dying. I've held up for so long. I've held you up Like nature, blooming, mushrooms, fruiting Forevers. I held you, my only, you've been my only. And yet I recede into the abyss. My lonely.
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