Unemployed groundskeepers edition

File: IMG_1245.jpg (159KB, 500x394px) Image search: [Google]

159KB, 500x394px

O ye gods, give this hollow corpse the strength to traipse away from the grave for a while yet

>>730670362
fuck off I can fap to pics of myself

File: IMG_1200.jpg (236KB, 960x640px) Image search: [Google]

236KB, 960x640px

If that ain't who i think it is I'm disappointed already
>alyoshka still needs cleaning
>cant clean it in the house, aint supposed to have it
>barn needs cleaning, so id have to clean up the loft first
>dont want to do either
Couple more days isnt going to hurt him too bad.

File: qt.png (86KB, 261x241px) Image search: [Google]

86KB, 261x241px

It is, be disappointed anyways.

mm cultists

File: IMG_1291.png (309KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

309KB, 500x500px

Why would I ever be disappointed in you?
I should be at your feet supplicatin' forgiveness and showering you with filial love.

File: fea4638200d4dd048d3e8fcdf9eb0495.png (296KB, 900x900px) Image search: [Google]

296KB, 900x900px

Don't make me cry cunt

File: d689a2a1063c0a4cb383be6979d244a7.jpg (227KB, 2250x1500px) Image search: [Google]

227KB, 2250x1500px

sploosh

>>730671192
Rigby's better.

File: IMG_1280.jpg (117KB, 1024x783px) Image search: [Google]

117KB, 1024x783px

Don't bully the raccoon.

File: 1483399090140.jpg (66KB, 582x393px) Image search: [Google]

66KB, 582x393px

Sleep tight, preacher man.

>>730671317
ur better

>>730671317
Never said Mordecai is better.

Even tho he is

scls

scls?

File: 1493084493906.gif (2MB, 1080x608px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 1080x608px

>>730671618

File: 1477359998013.png (651KB, 700x2200px) Image search: [Google]

651KB, 700x2200px

>>730671317
This

cancer thread

>>730671478
Gay.

>>730671595
No.

File: 3f25a8a56d2a6f6ec7326868db23daea.jpg (85KB, 700x900px) Image search: [Google]

85KB, 700x900px

Oh, scales.

File: 1455964899.junebuq_final_small_v1.png (595KB, 661x1000px) Image search: [Google]

595KB, 661x1000px

SCLS!

File: 08954670328954.gif (145KB, 500x282px) Image search: [Google]

145KB, 500x282px

McDonalds sweet tea + vodka

My life is in shambles.

>>730671851
Gonna Kms now bye

File: 1490773254347.jpg (67KB, 800x648px) Image search: [Google]

67KB, 800x648px

>>730671833
killit

File: tmp_14890-14926784821991828977326.jpg (1MB, 1412x1086px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1412x1086px

>>730671478
GAY >>730671938
.

I want a gay sleep over orgy patry, someday maybe. I mostly want to see Snarf get ganged banged.

File: 1475294352613.jpg (53KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

53KB, 500x500px

>>730671595
>Even tho he is

File: tmp_14890-14926761686221097005642.jpg (334KB, 1000x1111px) Image search: [Google]

334KB, 1000x1111px

Just sayin yo

File: 1456462644580.png (1MB, 1600x1800px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1600x1800px

why is everyone yelling at me

File: 1432989226.backy_hmm.jpg (94KB, 540x552px) Image search: [Google]

94KB, 540x552px

>>730672147
why is mordecai disturbed

>>730671938
>>730672099
i am being wholesome today.

>>730671050

i did it because it seems like you wouldnt want too much contact too quickly

File: tmp_14890-1492837788137-568279077.jpg (289KB, 1024x768px) Image search: [Google]

289KB, 1024x768px

>>730672273
Asked for it?

>>730671833

UN TS UN TS UN TS

>>730672147
I was kinda bummed mordecai didn't end up with margaret in the series finale.

>>730672099
Why?

>>730672298
Lies.

File: 7cc3be79007ef3ec65c9738e829fadfe.png (705KB, 1000x1500px) Image search: [Google]

705KB, 1000x1500px

>>730672357
party hard

File: tmp_14890-1493178298805551290974.png (356KB, 744x1052px) Image search: [Google]

356KB, 744x1052px

>>730672298
>wholesome
GAY

File: 1423387469707.jpg (870KB, 810x1010px) Image search: [Google]

870KB, 810x1010px

>>730672335
Well you're right. Body contact makes me nervous.

File: tmp_14890-14929635377161771513077.png (365KB, 904x851px) Image search: [Google]

365KB, 904x851px

>>730672442
Katten gave me ideas
One of em is spitroasting you <3

File: mordecai_and_rigby_by_d3rpy-d4xksna.png (210KB, 577x765px) Image search: [Google]

210KB, 577x765px

This thread needs more RIGBY

File: d61be1e04810cacc119b684a8cb29033.jpg (599KB, 1100x733px) Image search: [Google]

599KB, 1100x733px

who wants to play csgo with me

File: 5796475345676.gif (98KB, 480x270px) Image search: [Google]

98KB, 480x270px

Oh my god kill me

File: tmp_14890-14909427565671673891073.jpg (262KB, 1280x1629px) Image search: [Google]

262KB, 1280x1629px

>>730672752
No
More Zootopia

File: mordecai___regular_show_by_flodoyle-d638biz.jpg (57KB, 960x720px) Image search: [Google]

57KB, 960x720px

>>730672752
Shit it needs more Mordecai

File: c3bd01aecbbff2476bc974d2d5530e56.png (1MB, 956x1432px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 956x1432px

>>730672903
never

cant believe hunnibuns is on top

>>730672460

party... erect

>>730672659

gotta break away fast to keep you from getting sweaty

File: 659074376254.jpg (8KB, 480x360px) Image search: [Google]

8KB, 480x360px

>>730673004
I mixed russian standard with sweet tea and now I can't stop drinking it

Vodka does bad stuff to me. Tequila does it too, but not as bad.

File: 1470547794500.jpg (160KB, 1066x1280px) Image search: [Google]

160KB, 1066x1280px

>>730673026
party snek

File: tmp_14890-1492669416786-1415282414.jpg (150KB, 540x960px) Image search: [Google]

150KB, 540x960px

>>730672903
5k + tax

File: Regular.Show.full.988830.jpg (231KB, 558x800px) Image search: [Google]

231KB, 558x800px

humanized

File: tmp_14890-1492588869332394476811.png (1013KB, 1028x1000px) Image search: [Google]

1013KB, 1028x1000px

>>730673026
>cant believe hunnibuns is on top
You know it

.

Matty is a brat

>>730673291
They look like meth heads.

>>730672442
>>730672482
You're a good persons.

>>730672660
Need to remember to put on your name, hun.

>>730673026
Yeah, and?

File: 4e1ea0da1f1573e2d1b2b610c4682a3e.png (1MB, 1142x1600px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1142x1600px

>>730673074
how about
stop drinking and do something else like cocaine

File: 5643437.jpg (77KB, 400x330px) Image search: [Google]

77KB, 400x330px

>>730673429
I do that too.

I thrash my body on the daily.

File: tmp_14890-1492657421245525426637.png (2MB, 1094x1200px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 1094x1200px

>>730673026
>cant believe hunnibuns is on top
Why?

>>730673381
You making fun of me kid?

>>730673425
It was
Firefox
It keeps acting up

>>730673113

party in a dress with me

>>730673353

brats get punished

File: d8ea4da06f867411e8fb547e2e5198bb.jpg (393KB, 804x1004px) Image search: [Google]

393KB, 804x1004px

>>730673026
Such a considerate boi you are.

File: 1477440668574.gif (336KB, 500x281px) Image search: [Google]

336KB, 500x281px

>>730672928
>>730672981
Then where is there some? I'm stuck relying on 4chan for everything

File: original.png (154KB, 500x469px) Image search: [Google]

154KB, 500x469px

>>730673362
Because they are and I think it's seksi

File: 4ae5447816fe055fa500468b4ecd9e8c.jpg (183KB, 1280x987px) Image search: [Google]

183KB, 1280x987px

>>730673546
oh
you're like the coolest person ever now
do you smoke too, you better

>>730673625

thanks... you too

>>730673615
no, i am being wholesome.

File: tmp_14890-1490715771611-1843031490.png (525KB, 900x827px) Image search: [Google]

525KB, 900x827px

>>730673618
He'd like spanking
Tie him up with a vibrator and a cage on his junk for a week. Agreed?

File: 1464900759021.png (318KB, 777x700px) Image search: [Google]

318KB, 777x700px

>>730673618
like in public, or just us two?

>>730673837

hurt.. hurt is a wonderful tool.

>>730673901

z's probably there watching

File: a277e22ffa3b739c9356e6fa368ceee5.jpg (208KB, 1280x812px) Image search: [Google]

208KB, 1280x812px

>>730673962
that's acceptable

File: tmp_14890-1491645773940929030993.gif (482KB, 640x360px) Image search: [Google]

482KB, 640x360px

>>730673683
E621
Google it
Find tags
Enjoy

>>730673704
Wanna rape Snarf

>>730673962
Burning candles?
Enemas that burn?
Shove eels up his ass and let them swim?

>>730674122

we will be required to dance to gigi d'agostino

>>730674161

hmm, too much

Inject the (you)'s into my bloodstream

File: tmp_14890-1488880468221-1702586271.jpg (679KB, 1280x872px) Image search: [Google]

679KB, 1280x872px

>>730674180
Boring

>>730674307

you are not bound to my taste

File: 1489890587.feralise_phrisco2.jpg (426KB, 804x1004px) Image search: [Google]

426KB, 804x1004px

>>730674294

>>730674122
waow such cute

File: 1490243966935.jpg (873KB, 715x815px) Image search: [Google]

873KB, 715x815px

>>730674180
this is some techno rave shit

File: 1467612835588.png (346KB, 1178x859px) Image search: [Google]

346KB, 1178x859px

>>730674484
fishman smiles upon you

>>730674485

it's time to get homo, scales.

File: 1442797270279.jpg (438KB, 804x1104px) Image search: [Google]

438KB, 804x1104px

>>730674354
>>730674613
Omg its the same dragonboi!

File: 1476020587503.jpg (36KB, 620x349px) Image search: [Google]

36KB, 620x349px

>>730674161
>0 results for both
Huh...

File: 9463e78482a0a38e87768aa61b323755.jpg (113KB, 1280x960px) Image search: [Google]

113KB, 1280x960px

>>730674637
how homo are we talking

File: 1493271507588.jpg (253KB, 1250x1203px) Image search: [Google]

253KB, 1250x1203px

>>730674877

we're talking collars, we're talking leggings, we're talking 8 inches of raw bareback penetration

File: ab0e630c8bc75c2195496a38f2441891.png (981KB, 900x1068px) Image search: [Google]

981KB, 900x1068px

>>730675126
I'm down for that
when do we start

>>730675126
That's like 60-70% gay

File: 758904324632.jpg (14KB, 498x278px) Image search: [Google]

14KB, 498x278px

>>730675216
What happens at 100%?

>>730675216

buddy there's gonna be balls the size of grapefruit hitting us in the gooch

>>730675212

now in my bed

>>730675283
come find out

>>730675356
pff

>>730675517

there's gonna be dirty names, there's gonna be bodily fluids, there's gonna be cum.in.ass

File: 1486950929179.jpg (181KB, 969x1280px) Image search: [Google]

181KB, 969x1280px

>>730675356
damn i can't make it

>>730675615
80% at highest

>>730675671

im gonna scream and cry

File: 1390505168.robbo_dsc_3949.jpg (413KB, 1050x697px) Image search: [Google]

413KB, 1050x697px

>>730675089
this is funny

>>730675702

what's in that 20%

>>730675766
c o m e f i n d o u t

>>730675857

you couldnt show me anything new.

File: a78eca0e5c91f36e7d034ff55e60b33d.jpg (528KB, 726x877px) Image search: [Google]

528KB, 726x877px

>>730675714
i am sorry

>>730675929
I doubt that

>>730675939

that's your cue to pull my hair

>>730675983

i don't, and from my necessarily infinitesimally narrow point of view, that's all that holds significance

File: a2f929b86b39526f34b5e2057ff62c26.png (1MB, 1200x800px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1200x800px

>>730676034
wait what

>>730676081

and then THRUST into my puckered male pussy and feel me clench in pain

File: 1452197656420.png (53KB, 331x320px) Image search: [Google]

53KB, 331x320px

>>730676119

>>730676034
you're insufferable
I apologise that you're a waste of space

File: 1464396751611.png (1MB, 1200x977px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1200x977px

>>730676119
i am uncomfortable
i need to go

File: jason-kang-aku-da.jpg (545KB, 1920x2247px) Image search: [Google]

545KB, 1920x2247px

>>730676150

why isnt it fine

Goodnight, faggioli.

the fuck going on?

>>730676196

who's this anonymous assailing me via the internet

>>730676198

good bye

File: 1465407187.sconeo_elecrtic.png.jpg (171KB, 1195x1280px) Image search: [Google]

171KB, 1195x1280px

>>730676201
Oh it's fine. Just shocked to hear it put like that.

also thats an amazing drawing of Aku

>>730676280
YA WANNA HAVE A GO MATE?
we can wrestle without clothes on and then we'll see

>>730676354

yea it's really grotesque, i love his gums
that's how sex is, really gross and explicit

>>730676360

i don't care how many high schools you went too, i cant lose a match

>>730676408
o its on
where do we meet

File: 1490982093306.jpg (757KB, 1174x1039px) Image search: [Google]

757KB, 1174x1039px

>>730671961
Hell yeah.

>>730676527

what's your home address, ill come to you

actua;;y im going to bed
bye scales and luc and nibi and anoymous

>>730676757
Mäkipolku 2
02620
Esbo, Finland

you're adopted

is that you?

it's me

File: ff8d1a40-07d8-4393-af6a-458a96b7176f.jpg (67KB, 895x806px) Image search: [Google]

67KB, 895x806px

>>730677889

beep beep lettuce

>>730678379
Dallas sallaD

>>730678412
no u

>>730678489
u wanna have a go?

File: Head 1.jpg (71KB, 506x612px) Image search: [Google]

71KB, 506x612px

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

File: 1461142171304.gif (542KB, 312x220px) Image search: [Google]

542KB, 312x220px

>>730672903
>static gif
kys

>>730678590
1v1 me

File: Head 2.jpg (62KB, 268x614px) Image search: [Google]

62KB, 268x614px

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

>>730678688
>>730678759
tldr

File: Head 3.jpg (60KB, 310x543px) Image search: [Google]

60KB, 310x543px

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

Dedopted

File: Head 4.jpg (86KB, 613x634px) Image search: [Google]

86KB, 613x634px

>>730678800
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,

>>730678809
Shut up gramma

File: Head 5.jpg (75KB, 513x591px) Image search: [Google]

75KB, 513x591px

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,

File: Head 6.jpg (74KB, 547x604px) Image search: [Google]

74KB, 547x604px

>>730678874
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,

>>730678911
i saw the word buttocks
what is this give me tldr

File: Head 7.jpg (46KB, 189x603px) Image search: [Google]

46KB, 189x603px

>>730678963
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,

File: Head 8.jpg (61KB, 285x622px) Image search: [Google]

61KB, 285x622px

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

>>730679005
i am so confused

File: Head 9.jpg (104KB, 900x805px) Image search: [Google]

104KB, 900x805px

>>730679052
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

File: Head 10.jpg (52KB, 276x589px) Image search: [Google]

52KB, 276x589px

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

File: Head 11.jpg (42KB, 258x336px) Image search: [Google]

42KB, 258x336px

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

>>730679181
make a pastebin

File: Head 12.jpg (58KB, 457x615px) Image search: [Google]

58KB, 457x615px

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

File: Head 13.jpg (51KB, 447x716px) Image search: [Google]

51KB, 447x716px

>>730679208
I’m with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we’re free
I’m with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

San Francisco, 1955—1956

>>730679318
Done?

File: Head 14.jpg (157KB, 720x982px) Image search: [Google]

157KB, 720x982px

>>730679399
Howling? No.

>>730679443
Im not going to like your shit if you force it in my face

File: Head 15.jpg (63KB, 348x663px) Image search: [Google]

63KB, 348x663px

>>730679466
These were not made for the likes of you.

>>730679549
Then why are they being shown to the likes of me

File: Head 16.jpg (120KB, 514x1180px) Image search: [Google]

120KB, 514x1180px

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing.

One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up.

I armed myself against justice.

I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure’s been turned over to you!

I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.

I called for executioners so that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called for plagues to choke me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played tricks on insanity.

And Spring brought me the frightening laugh of the idiot.

So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the final squawk! it dawned on me to look again for the key to that ancient party where I might find my appetite once more.

Charity is that key.—This inspiration proves I was dreaming!

“You’ll always be a hyena etc. . . ," yells the devil, who’d crowned me with such pretty poppies. “Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!”

Ah! I’ve been through too much:-But, sweet Satan, I beg of you, a less blazing eye! and while waiting for the new little cowardly gestures yet to come, since you like an absence of descriptive or didactic skills in a writer, let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned.

File: Head 17.jpg (103KB, 378x972px) Image search: [Google]

103KB, 378x972px

>>730679574
The correct question is, why are you looking?

>>730679635
Im looking for gay furry porn
The correct question thy highness is why are you posting that in the wrong thread

File: Head 18.jpg (114KB, 434x1026px) Image search: [Google]

114KB, 434x1026px

>>730679705
This is not the wrong thread. There are no wrong threads.

File: Head 19.jpg (135KB, 513x1020px) Image search: [Google]

135KB, 513x1020px

I’ve swallowed a terrific mouthful of poison.—Blessings three times over on the impulse that came to me!—My guts are on fire. The poison’s violence twists my limbs, deforms me, knocks me down. I’m dying of thirst, I’m choking, I can’t scream. It’s hell, endless pain! Look how the fire flashes up! I’m burning nicely. Go on, demon!

I’d caught a glimpse of conversion to goodness and happiness, salvation. Can I describe the vision? Hell’s atmosphere won’t suffer hymns! There were millions of charming people, a sweet spiritual concert, strength and peace, noble ambitions, who knows?

Noble ambitions!

And this is still life!— What if damnation’s everlasting! A man who wants to mutilate himself is pretty well damned, right? I think I’m in hell, therefore I am. It’s the catechism come true. I’m the slave of my baptism. Parents, you’ve created my tortures and yours.—Poor nitwit! Hell can’t wield power over pagans.— This is still life! Later on, the delights of damnation will be much deeper. A crime, quick, so I can plunge into nothingness in accordance with human law.

Shut up, will you shut up. .. ! There’s disgrace and reproaches here—Satan who says the fire’s contemptible, who says my temper’s desperately silly.— Enough. .. ! Errors they’re whispering to me, magic, misleading perfumes, childish music.—And to think I’m dealing in truth, I’m looking at justice: my reasoning powers are sane and sound, I’m ready for perfection. .. Pride.—My scalp is drying up. Help! Lord, I’m scared. I’m thirsty, so thirsty! O childhood, the grass, the rain, the lake water on stones, the moonlight when the hell struck twelve. . . . The devil’s in the tower right now. Mary! Holy Virgin. . . !— Loathing for my blunder.

>>730679758
so predictable
that's a matter of perspective
now if you look here in the namesync you can see this thread is marked as "gfur"
What do you figure that means?

File: Head 20.jpg (147KB, 634x923px) Image search: [Google]

147KB, 634x923px

Out there, aren’t those virtuous souls who are wishing me well. . . ? Come.. .. I’ve got a pillow over my mouth, they won’t hear me, they’re ghosts. Besides, no one ever thinks of others. Don’t come near me. I smell of heresy, that’s for sure.

No end to these hallucinations. It’s exactly what I’ve always known: no more faith in history, principles forgotten. I’ll keep quiet: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I’m a thousand times richer, let’s be miserly like the sea.

Well now! the clock of life stopped a few minutes ago. I’m not in the world any more.— Theology’s a serious thing, hell is certainly way down—and heaven’s above.—Ecstasy, nightmare, sleep in a nest of flames.

How malicious one’s outlook in the country. . . Satan—Old Scratch——goes running around with the wild grain. . . Jesus is walking on the blackberry bushes without bending them. .. Jesus used to walk on troubled waters. The lantern revealed him to us, standing, pale with long brownish hair, on the crest of an emerald wave. . . .

I’m going to unveil all the mysteries: religious mysteries or natural, death, birth, future, past, cosmogony, nothingness. I’m a master of hal— lucinations.

File: Head 21.jpg (146KB, 652x1057px) Image search: [Google]

146KB, 652x1057px

>>730679854
I know what it means. I found it using the finder. I decided to come here. It is not the wrong thread as I mean precisely to be here. What does it mean to you, my being here?

File: Head 22.jpg (44KB, 238x314px) Image search: [Google]

44KB, 238x314px

Listen...!

I’ve got all the talents!— There’s no one here and there’s someone: I wouldn’t want to waste my treasure.—Do you want nigger songs, houri dances? Do you want me to disappear, to dive down for the ring? Do you want that? I’m going to make gold. . . remedies.

Then have faith in me, faith is soothing, it guides, it cures. Come, all of you—even the little children—and I’ll comfort you, I’ll spill out my heart for you,—the marvelous heart!—Poor men, workers! I don’t ask for your prayers. With your trust alone, I’ll be happy.

—And what about me? All of this doesn’t make me miss the world much. I’m lucky not to suffer more. My life was nothing but lovely mistakes, it’s too bad.

Bah! let’s make every possible ugly face.

We’re out of the world, for sure. Not even a sound. My touch has disappeared. Ah, my castle, my Saxony, my willow woods. Evenings, mornings, nights, days. . . I’m worn out!

I should have my hell for anger, my hell for conceit—and the hell of caresses: a concert of hells.

I’m dying of tiredness. It’s the grave, horror of horrors, I’m going to the worms! Satan, you joker, you want to melt me down with your charms. I demand it, I demand it! a poke of the pitchfork, a drop of fire. Ah, to come back to life again! To feast my eyes on our deformities.

And that poison, that kiss a thousand times damned! My weakness, the world’s cruelty! My God, mercy, hide me, I always misbehave!—I’m hidden and then again I’m not.

It’s the fire flaring up again with its damned!

>>730679964
This is a gay furry thread and you're posting things out of context
I hope you're shitposting and not actually mentally challenged
The things you've been posting have me guessing on the latter

File: Head 23.jpg (41KB, 203x422px) Image search: [Google]

41KB, 203x422px

>>730680137
Posting poetry means I am mentally challenged? What a strange world you must live in. Context means nothing. I'm posting these things here, so whatever context you felt existed exits no more.

>>730680275
Oh yeah with the jumping to conclusions you're just being just provocative
Not worth talking to, may Allah inflict every type of cancer upon you

File: Head 24.jpg (64KB, 260x867px) Image search: [Google]

64KB, 260x867px

>>730680372
I'm not provocative, you're just provoked. Your reaction to my presence is entirely upon you. You engaged me in this conversation, you decided to pay attention. I simply didn't do anything to stop you.

File: Closeup shots Head 34.jpg (1MB, 2048x2048px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 2048x2048px

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

File: 87965402374267.png (204KB, 448x251px) Image search: [Google]

204KB, 448x251px

Eyy it's ya boi fat-tits here

File: Head 25.jpg (73KB, 317x858px) Image search: [Google]

73KB, 317x858px

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

File: Head 26.jpg (83KB, 362x886px) Image search: [Google]

83KB, 362x886px

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

File: w3imnz6r.jpg (133KB, 1456x497px) Image search: [Google]

133KB, 1456x497px

>>730680549
been evicted yet?

File: 76533546378.jpg (40KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

40KB, 1280x720px

>>730680713
Nope, still rockin.

Going on vacation in a month. Fun stuff.

File: Head 27.jpg (334KB, 1187x1589px) Image search: [Google]

334KB, 1187x1589px

>>730680863
You're going on vacation but can't afford to pay your rent?

File: 690784536970354.jpg (16KB, 400x300px) Image search: [Google]

16KB, 400x300px

>>730680988
I'm not the one paying for it.

Rich parents are taking me to California for a week. Staying at Universal Studios.

File: Head 28.jpg (446KB, 1166x2151px) Image search: [Google]

446KB, 1166x2151px

>>730681129
You could spend that time working and getting money to pay your rent.

File: 42376375465435.png (70KB, 216x212px) Image search: [Google]

70KB, 216x212px

>>730681211
Yeah. Or I could go on the back to the future ride and bang sluts in a hotel room.

File: Head 29.jpg (610KB, 1410x2633px) Image search: [Google]

610KB, 1410x2633px

>>730681249
You can also be homeless.

>>730681249
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfYvOqQDESI
do that plan, so much better than loser and his rent

>>730681295
I'm probably just gonna move back home, rent keeps going up and soon I won't be able to afford it even with a job.

>>730681412
You're an adult. You shouldn't be living with your parents.

>>730681491
Living expenses are way lower that way

>>730681935
Yes, living with another person lowers the expenses. He should get a roommate instead. Or a second job.

Children should not live with their parents past a certain age with certain exceptions. Like if the child is trying to get back on their feet, in which case they should live with them long enough for to build up the capital to move. Or if the parent is sick with a terminal illness and needs help.

>>730680147
took me a sec to wonder who the third dick belonged too...

>>730685619
Got a little black book with my poems in
got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
when im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in

>>730685700
>>730685700
>>730685700