josh olliff / 31 / east oakland / freelancer // original writing + multimedia dustbin
it’s gonna get sadder
it’s gonna get weirder
until i’m gone, now
it’s kind of what i want
but regardless, thanks a lot for
letting me stay on your futon
a scream into finality
the edge of earth
peering out with wide eyes
a geometrically perfect plane
hanging onto the skin of a sphere
eager to swallow us whole
you are so far away;
i want you here.
just hanging out with me
on the cusp of supposed infinity
laughing at static on the waves
and the fragility of time
Catching some bass earlier today with the assistance of my great friend Omar. Off a main road in my hometown (Jupiter, FL)
Hunter S. Thompson.
A Very Pretty Song For A Very Special Young Lady - The Ergs
And I love you more than I could say
And probably more than you’d ever wanna hear anyway
But I’m sure you get that an awful lot
And I miss you more than you could know
And no matter how I try I just can’t let it go
I’m hoping you feel the same way, probably not
i will lose my shit if even one more person i know dies……
RIP Jeff Brooks: manager, coworker, friend, soul-surfer. Thinking of you tonight, old friend.
Being back in this place, I feel the death of my nostalgia for all past vices. No longer feeling young and edgy when I see a baggie full of white powder. Just tired and confused. I see the pain caused by wild nights in the faces of the people I love most. Once forever young, now ghoulish in the early morning.
—Pablo Neruda, Poetry. (via therainyresistance)
I’m pretty certain we can just give up on there ever being a “better next year.”
Can we stop all the bullshit and just make out? I’m pretty decent at it. Or at least I used to be. I can’t remember.
And sometimes I sit too close,
But you would never know.
I’m just making sure that we are still alive.
I’d like to think it lets me know
That we are not alone,
At least until our stop arrives.
And with every sunset we’re even closer to the day we die,
But with every sunrise we are thankful that we’re still alive.
We lost my dad when I was ten years old
I got his record collection and stereo console
And I learned every word, sang every line
Trying to find the man I was sure was hidden inside
It’s the old songs and old friends that have kept me alive.