People reach out and I’m always there. Always, like the reluctant anti-hero. But when I reach out, I get nothing in return. I get caught up in the moonlight, reaching out for rotten eggs. I refuse to beg anyone to return my nobility. You’ve all ran off with it, a small bit to each that has let their frustrations out on mine (the most weathered ears in town). I never wore it well anyways. Always the burden or even a curse. It just doesn’t fit my shape well, it never did. But who holds the holder? Who sings to the singer? I have learned that it is no one. So now, the next time any of you reach up from the depths of your over indulgent self inflicted sorrows, with your shaky hands outstretched while crying out for a savior, I will whisper softly into your ear… “No.”
In the back
off the side
and far away
is a place where I hide where I stay
tried to say
tried to ask
I needed to
where were you?
How could I ever think it’s funny how
everything that swore it wouldn’t change
is different now?
just like you
Would always say
we’ll make it through
then my head fell apart
and where were you?
How could I ever think it’s funny how everything you swore would
is different now?
Like you said
you and me
make it through
…where the fuck were you!?
Bendis broke time in the Marvel Universe
He brought the original X-Men to the present.
The future keeps coming back
The newest generation of X-Men have a time traveler of unknown potential.
The past, present, and future are all affecting each other, simultaneously.
I am trying to put together the bigger picture. I just hope I can do it, before it is obvious.
This means that Wolverine will be back. Mark my words, bub.
Elliott Smith “Angeles” 7-17-99 live in Olympia.
Oh no Mr. Bill!
I love when I see pictures of my dog in my feed that weren’t posted by me!
ITS ALMOST HALLOWEEN GUYS
by Ramon Villalobos