My Pointless Thread

[motel rooms]

Okay, so this thread is mine & mine alone. You may not post in it. It's meant to show everyone that I'm not just that annoying guy who keeps making dick jokes, repeating he was molested for ten years, whining about being a sex addict & mentioning his husband. We get it, you have a big dick, you fuck people & have a husband who doesn't mind. Boohoo. Shut the fuck up about it already, you're obnoxious, we're all alone & trying to die here. You don't know me! I also listen to weepy music & read pretentious books. I might even be a published poet who has sold over one hundred books in my cuntry* over the past twenty years.

*I cleverly misspelled "country", that's how us poets roll. I changed my name from @hotelbeneathground to @motel rooms too. See what I did there?

 

[motel rooms]

Some are lean and some with grace, and some without
All tell the story that repeats
Of a child who had been left alone at birth
Left to fend and taught to fight

See his eyes and how they start with light
Getting colder as the pictures go
Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?
That bad luck we've all come to know

And my question to you is
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?

 

[Snake of Eden]

 

[motel rooms]

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Mod violence. See what I did there?

 

[Snake of Eden]

Mod violence. See what I did there?

It took me awhile but but i did

 

[motel rooms]

In your fear
Of what we have become
Take to the fire
Now we must burn
All that we are
Rise together
Through these clouds
As on wings
In your fear, seek only peace
In your fear, seek only love
In your fear, in your fear
As on wings

 

[motel rooms]

He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen
As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
There's not even a Demon in Heaven or Hell
Is it all just human disguise
As I walk down the aisle?

And I'm gone
Now I'm older than movies
Let me dance away
Now I'm wiser than dreams
Let me fly away
While I'm touching tomorrow
And I know who's there
When silhouettes fall

And I'm gone
Like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone through the cracks in the past
Like a dead man walking

Three old men dancing under the lamplight
Shaking their sex and their bones
And the boys that we were
An alien nation in therapy
Sliding naked and new
Like a bad-tempered child
On a rain-slicked street

And I'm gone, gone, gone
(Spinning slack through reality)
Now I'm older than movies
(Dancing my way, falling up through the years)
Let me dance away
(Until I swivel back round and fly, fly, fly)
Now I'm wiser than dreams
(Losing breath underwater, I'm gone, gone, gone)

And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels
And I'm gone, through the cracks in the past
Like a dead man walking
Like a dead man walking

 

[Arrow]

I might even be a published poet who has sold over one hundred books in my cuntry* over the past twenty years.

hey that's pretty cool.

 

[Ashu]

I might even be a published poet who has sold over one hundred books in my cuntry* over the past twenty years.

If you're Rupi Kaur, I'm your fellow countryman, and I'm in love with you.

 

[motel rooms]

If you're Rupi Kaur, I'm your fellow countryman, and I'm in love with you.

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as the Northern Star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness?
Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar"

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV-screen light
I drew a map of Canada
O Canada...
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter, yet so sweet
I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet

 

[motel rooms]

And in your aching hour
Time wilts like flowers
Sleeping on landmine pillows
Tired angels, save my love for the lasting one
Sweet euphoria, mine is the heart you stole
Touched and broken are the things you love
Using stars to light your candles
It warms my face, but I can't remember yours
Gone are your dandelions falling like mine
Falling like diving swallows
Save my love!
Save my love!
Sweet euphoria...

 

[Silenos]

I changed my name from @hotelbeneathground to @motel rooms too. See what I did there?

I'm still having a hard time getting used to it to be honest. If I could pick your name it'd be Sodomaster.

 

[motel rooms]

If I could pick your name it'd be Sodomaster.

Sod off, @Sodoslave!

 

[Silenos]

Sod off, @Sodoslave!

That's Master Bater to you!

 

[motel rooms]

That's Master Bater to you!

I am mighty Aphrodite, boy.

 

[LionsTigersAndBears]

You disappeared for a few days I was worried about you, I think you're an amazing person with a wonderful sense of humour.

 

[motel rooms]

You disappeared for a few days I was worried about you, I think you're an amazing person with a wonderful sense of humour.

Thank you, you're very sweet. I'm okay. I'm like a cockroach, virtually indestructible.

 

[GenesAndEnvironment]

Capitalize your fucking names, bro.

 

[Nanako]

What a nice and cozy personal thread you got here... It would be a shame If I were to sully it forever by posting something really stupid in it.


Like so.

 

[motel rooms]

Capitalize your fucking names, bro.

Punish me for not doing it by spanking my uvula with your tongue.

 

[motel rooms]

He said, "I sold my blood for money
There wasn't any pain
But I just can't stand the feeling
It's in someone else's veins..."

Momma took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, "Don't waste your time looking
There's nothing, nothing left to find..."

So I left him down in Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand...

 

[motel rooms]

Men in a war
If they've lost a limb
Still feel that limb
As they did before

He lay on a cot
He was drenched in a sweat
He was mute and staring
But feeling the thing
He had not

I know how it is
When something is gone
A piece of your eyesight
Or maybe your vision

A corner of sense
Goes blank on the screen
A piece of the scan
Gets filled in by hand

You know that it was
And now it is not
So you just make do with
Whatever you've got

If your nerve is cut
If you're kept on the stretch
You don't feel your will
You can't find your gut

I know how it is
When something is gone
A piece of your eyesight
Or maybe your vision

 

[motel rooms]

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[myopybyproxy]

Punish me for not doing it by spanking my uvula with your tongue.

now it is my turn to sully this thread with an uncalled for response - the imagery here SENT ME

 

[settheory]

Capitalize your fucking names, bro.

moteL roomS
mOTEL rOOMS
mOtEl RoOmS

 

[motel rooms]

So, baby, kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
Where I get lost in space that goes on forever
And you make all the rest just an afterthought
And I believe it's you who could make it better
Though it's not
No, it's not

-- Aimee Mann

 

[motel rooms]

"Are you OK?
You've been shot in the head
And I'm holding your brains"
The old woman said
So I drink in the shadows
Of an evening sky
See nothing at all

The stars look so special
And the snow looks so old
The frail form is drifting
Beyond the yoga zone
Turn to question the mountain
Why pigs can fly
It's nothing at all

I praise to you
Nothing ever goes away
I praise to you
Nothing ever goes
Nothing...

 

[motel rooms]

Underneath the bridge
Tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm

 

[motel rooms]

There inside the garden
Came another with his lips
Said, "Won't you come and be my lover,
Let me give you a little kiss?"
And he came, knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees
Said, "I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay awhile with me"
And there was trouble taking place

There inside the garden
They kissed, and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone
And the wind, it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
He was looking for his songbird
And he was looking for his wings
And there was trouble taking place
Trouble taking place...

 

[motel rooms]

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

-- Carol Ann Duffy