1. More like arm wrestle.

    More like arm wrestle.

    3 hours ago  /  53 notes  /  Source: bobschofield

  2. argylerabbits:

altlitpress:

image and words by me

Mom, dad, look. I’m internet famous. (not really)

    argylerabbits:

    altlitpress:

    image and words by me

    Mom, dad, look. I’m internet famous. (not really)

    3 hours ago  /  15 notes  /  Source: altlitpress

  3. Thank you to the rockin editor in prose for the blue tag.  I dig it.

    4 hours ago  /  1 note

  4. Divorce is Like

    Divorce is like you love scuba diving.  You are a scuba diving expert.  You have all the gear, and you scuba dive every day.

    Then one day your best friend takes their alien ship and sucks all the water off the planet.  You are like, what the fuck can I have some water, and they are like, no, to hell with you.  You now live in a desert.  You walk around and remember the places where you used to scuba dive.  You feel so bad for all the rotting fish.  You have all the gear still.  Most of your brain is now filled with useless scuba diving knowledge.  You have pictures of you scuba diving.  There is now dust on your sheets, in your nostrils.  

    Everyone you ever knew is like, sorry, I don’t want to live on your desert planet.  See ya.  Or worse, they are like, you should take up rock climbing.  You are like, I don’t want to rock climb, I want to scuba dive.

    As the years pass, you search for water.  You think you see the hint of clouds in other people’s eyes, and every time it’s a mirage.  You eventually take up rock climbing just to pass the time.  You build a pyramid or two, and write bizarre hieroglyphics all over.

    If you have children, when they visit your desert, they are always like, hey, on the other planet the water is so blue.  You turn away and say, that’s nice, when what you want to say is, kids, never scuba dive.

    New people are like, who is that crazy hermit living in the desert, and why is all this devastated scuba gear scattered around the base of this cliff.

    Your world eventually moves on.  You forgive, or at least become less angry.  You find pieces of obsidian in the desert, shine them with moonlight, and give them to passerbys.  You accept the sand.

    The irony is, all the while, inside your parched and battered skin, you are raining.


    -MJC

    18 hours ago  /  79 notes

  5. mypseudonymsblog:

fuckiminmytwenties:

sorrybutitstrue:

constantlyintransition:

yeshellooo:

wineandglitterplease:

tamsgot:

Fucked by life. This is the truest thing.

Devoured by living. Wow.

Fellated by Juggalos.  Crying under my desk for the rest of the day. 

Buried alive by pro lifers…seriously…it could happen.

Suffocated by life?  I must be dying right now. 

Tortured by every member of limp bizkit.

Tortured by the world we live in…
Seems legit.

Buried alive by living.  How true is this.

    mypseudonymsblog:

    fuckiminmytwenties:

    sorrybutitstrue:

    constantlyintransition:

    yeshellooo:

    wineandglitterplease:

    tamsgot:

    Fucked by life. This is the truest thing.

    Devoured by living. Wow.

    Fellated by Juggalos.  Crying under my desk for the rest of the day. 

    Buried alive by pro lifers…seriously…it could happen.

    Suffocated by life?  I must be dying right now. 

    Tortured by every member of limp bizkit.

    Tortured by the world we live in…

    Seems legit.

    Buried alive by living.  How true is this.

    1 day ago  /  127,588 notes  /  Source: harryfloorcorn

  6. it feels like my mind /
    is a volcano when will /
    these thoughts reach the sea

    -MJC

    1 day ago  /  16 notes

  7. To The Woman In The Neon Green Bikini


    to the woman
    in the neon green bikini
    at the water park

    I’m trying not to stare
    I’m looking everywhere but you
    and I don’t want

    to bother you
    how would I talk with you
    you are fifteen feet away

    might as well be a crater
    your son is playing next
    to my son

    maybe they’ll talk
    then we can talk about that
    what am I saying

    oh my god you
    are readjusting your top
    your breasts are perfect

    I have to turn away now
    I’ll go play with my daughter
    she splashes me

    and laughs
    I splash her back then
    pick her up and lower

    her into the water
    I’ve been working out
    can the woman tell

    what is wrong with me
    I should be here for my kids
    I should be a better father

    I’m drowning in shoulds
    my daughter goes back to playing
    I stand up and look

    around yes I’m the
    only creepy dude here
    I sit down the woman is

    sitting across from me
    no ring on her finger no
    boyfriend around

    her girlfriend has two kids
    am I the only one that thinks like this
    she wouldn’t accept me

    I’ve seen that before
    below the sunglasses her lips
    twisted into disapproval

    I want someone who
    accepts me who likes that
    I write poetry

    that I help people
    that I’m a little bit crazy
    that I’m sensitive

    would she
    you never know until you try
    fuck that

    I’ve learned
    you never try until you know
    I stare at the hills

    in the distance
    I care about what she wants
    what she wants is not me

    not me on the inside
    I understand this now when
    my kids and I leave

    I don’t look back woman
    in the neon green bikini
    I want you to be happy


    -MJC

    1 day ago  /  17 notes  /  Source: chuckamonkey

  8. To The Woman In The Neon Green Bikini


    to the woman
    in the neon green bikini
    at the water park

    I’m trying not to stare
    I’m looking everywhere but you
    and I don’t want

    to bother you
    how would I talk with you
    you are fifteen feet away

    might as well be a crater
    your son is playing next
    to my son

    maybe they’ll talk
    then we can talk about that
    what am I saying

    oh my god you
    are readjusting your top
    your breasts are perfect

    I have to turn away now
    I’ll go play with my daughter
    she splashes me

    and laughs
    I splash her back then
    pick her up and lower

    her into the water
    I’ve been working out
    can the woman tell

    what is wrong with me
    I should be here for my kids
    I should be a better father

    I’m drowning in shoulds
    my daughter goes back to playing
    I stand up and look

    around yes I’m the
    only creepy dude here
    I sit down the woman is

    sitting across from me
    no ring on her finger no
    boyfriend around

    her girlfriend has two kids
    am I the only one that thinks like this
    she wouldn’t accept me

    I’ve seen that before
    below the sunglasses her lips
    twisted into disapproval

    I want someone who
    accepts me who likes that
    I write poetry

    that I help people
    that I’m a little bit crazy
    that I’m sensitive

    would she
    you never know until you try
    fuck that

    I’ve learned
    you never try until you know
    I stare at the hills

    in the distance
    I care about what she wants
    what she wants is not me

    not me on the inside
    I understand this now when
    my kids and I leave

    I don’t look back woman
    in the neon green bikini
    I want you to be happy


    -MJC

    2 days ago  /  17 notes

  9. I forgot /
    to water the green peppers /
    is it too late

    -MJC

    2 days ago  /  17 notes

  10. 8YO: “I was scared because my packet was due today, but I knew it was a dream because I could do a backflip.”

    3 days ago  /  6 notes