Spontaneous decaying of the mind of Delise a.k.a デルぱんだ. Some writings, poems, photography etc. Mind the typos. signed D&V
Party girl got knocked up.
Party girl had a baby girl.
Party girl wanted to
Fuck on the fly
So she let her baby die.
She dumped the body in the woods
And let those slutty crocodile tears fall.
She got away scott free.
“No more dead weight
Cock blocking baby girl for me.”
Now Party girl is a porno star.
A murderous Mama ,
Makes all the men hard.
Just a tool for collecting
Age old sperm.
Now Party girl is knocked up again.
let’s just hope this one
Kills her instead.
“I don’t want to die.” he cried inside his mind.
Too numb and sedated was he with painkillers, liquor and the frigid cold, to be able to speak a loud.
Fear gripped him from deep within.
His body leaden, heavy, his breath labored.
The white vapors plumed out slowly from his agape ashen violet mouth.
Tears rolled slowly down his pink tinted cheeks.
But as the toxins continued to spread thought out his blood stream,
he knew it was too late to be saved.
Grey morning mist clung to the air.
Alone, in the woods, he would soon fall asleep and die from exposure.
He glanced down at his hands which lay palm up, open on either side.
He couldn’t feel them. He couldn’t feel the hot tears drip from his soft oval face.
All he could feel now was the pain in his heart and the fear that held fast to him.
It was then, as his body began to fade away, that he realized death would not end his suffering.
Death would not relieve him of his broken heart.
It would follow him.
Only the gnarled black trees around him, heard the last faint sigh of laughter escape his lips.
“The eyes covet what they see.”
So he blinded her to keep her from wanting others.
So he caged her to keep her afraid of the outside world.
Though she could not trust him, she loved him.
More afraid of the world she was,
more afraid to live in the truth was she,
than to live his world of lies.
Money won’t love you
It can’t miss you
or hug you.
It won’t talk to you,
unless you’re delusional,
Or listen to you.
Money won’t cry when you’re dead.
IT will not remember you.
And yet you still love it more than me.
When the soap splits the razor instead,
May I die with my eyes wide open.
Someday, I will own one of his masterpieces! I promise myself that. Too beautiful…. I could day dream forever gazing at one of these….
For nearly a decade since the late 1970s artist Takanori Aiba worked as a maze illustrator for Japanese fashion magazine POPYE. The following decade he worked as an architect and finally in 2003 decided to merge the two crafts—the design of physical space and the drawing of labyrinths—into these incredibly detailed tiny worlds. Using craft paper, plastic, plaster, acrylic resin, paint and other materials Aiba constructs sprawling miniature communities that wrap around bonsai trees, lighthouses, and amongst the cliffs of nearly vertical islands. I would love to visit every single one of these places, if only I was 6 feet shorter. See more of Aiba’s work here.
(via theartsykappa)
There was a man up on the road
and he didn’t know where to go.
There was a man up on the road
Standing and watching the sky.
I thought I’d say ‘Hello’
He said he didn’t have a home
so now he’s walking.
I saw he had no shoes
and that his feet were the color of the earth.
So I asked him for his name.
He said he didn’t have one.
I said, Every man’s got a name
Everything’s got a name.
He said, animals don’t have a name,
neither do the stars, the moon nor the sky.
It’s only humans who feel they need to know who they are.
I stared into his eyes
but all I saw were the light grey skies.
He said he had to go.
So, the man with no name
no shoes and no home
walked on down the road.
” I want to die young.”
A young pale face with blurry red eyes said to me.
“Just like all the others.
I want to die young-
die singing my heart out
with a guitar in my hand.”
Lying in a pool of vomit and blood
those blurry red eyes faded from this world.
Would you do it all again?
Would you do it all again,
if you could?
“No one can love me.”
Whispered the vomit caked mouth.
“Trash, trash is all I am.”
So trash was all he became.
” I want to die young.”
Blurry red eyes said to me.
“As long as people remember my name.”
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If you want to learn your purpose in life, you’ll be searching forever.
The truth is everything you do is your purpose. You exist and what you do changes
something/someone.
We’re connected.
We just get blind sighted.
Everything that is good is dying.
This planet is dying, it will be dead.
It’s why people act the way they do.
You’re connected to the land.
Whether people believe it or not
everything is alive and shares some kind of spirit.
It’s dying and we feel it.
So we’re all miserable.
There’s no separation of life, alien or not.
Mars didn’t heal.
You have to understand that
time doesn’t exist the way we think it does.
We’re reaching the end
and then “time” won’t exist anymore.
It repeats because we have imagination. We lose our sense of instinct.
Humans don’t know when to stop.
What we are here, doesn’t reflect what we’re supposed to be.
Being human doesn’t define you,
we chose it.
橘瀬名、Sena aka My papa.
I will fade away till I am nothing but a distant memory to those I have left behind.
This is goodbye forever mother.
Your crocodile tears and acid kisses poison me no longer.
As a stranger I was born, so a stranger you will die.
Good bye.
Better it was, he thought, to waltz always dreaming than to waltz in space always searching, alone, always alone. In the great beyond.
Though you try to fight reality,
you will only hit the ground,
falling within the dark
expanses of your own mind.
Failing to see your own fabrications,
so that you can survive in this world.
It is not real, you see, You only wish it to be.
Fall into the void,
never return again.
Forgotten promises
on dying comets dazzling the sky.
Lost words, swept into the expanses of time and space.
Black Holed beings will consume it all, in time.
Till time is no more.
“He asked me why it mattered. He asked me what anything we did held any meaning at all. To who, for what?”
She stirred a drink that wasn’t there.
Her foot tapping in time to some Basie song.
“You know what I told him?” She asked with a dark red smile.
“No…” he sighed gazing away from her.
“I told him it matters simply because we are.
As we live in this moment, it matters. To prepare for the before, but not the after. He wasn’t satisfied, he needed gratification, that what he did all day long meant a damn thing to some body. ‘Well,I said, you know what honey? Maybe it do, and maybe it don’t. What matters is that you’re alive, doing something with that life, matters. Other wise, you might at well be dead.’
So you know, well, the next day they found his stone cold body floating in the river. He was full of cyanide, darling.” She laughed and drank her bitter dry air.
The man across from her, new to her morbid sense of humor, laughed awkwardly.
“Don’t mind Maybelle. She’s just, well, Maybelle” Sighed Reed
“Just maybe.” She murmured her eyes glowing a grey hazel.
She began to laugh, slowly her lonely laughter became drowned out by the pianos sharp cries.
“Please don’t frighten my date dear.” Reed patted her hand.
The young date smile, in the dim lounge, his pearly teeth dazzled in the candle light.
“No, no. Her humor is oddly refreshing. That isn’t a true story is it?” He leaned forward nervously trying to look into her distant eyes.
She was Beginning to get a lazy, dreamy look in her hazel eyes. Not large enough to be dreamy, nor narrow enough to be lazy.
The candle on the table flickered. Suddenly she was aware of its existence.
“Ah, do you exist in this world with me as well?” she whispered.
“I…I beg your pardon?” The young date turned pale.
Reed sighed. “Earth to Maybelle. Don’t drift away now.” He turned to his young date, smiling apologetically. “Forgive her.”
She stared, gazed steadily into the fire. The wax was a smooth, translucent pool. It moved ever so slightly, rippling with the flames vibrancy of life.
She thought to touch it, grasp the flame and make it a part of her.
The music became white noise.
Are you tired of yourself yet?
Are you ready to start living for other people?
I’ve seen that face somewhere before.
Some where in a mirror
I’ve seen those eyes before.
Staring back at me-
The very same.
Yes, the same as yours
Sad tired eyes-
Begging to be extinguished.
“You are my flesh and blood.
I own you.
You my child, are highly favored.
Do as I say-
My precious babe, God smiles down on you.
Now kneel
KNEEL
Before….
Get on your knees child and pray
submit yourself
your mind your heart
unto Him
and you shall know LOVE.
You shall know love.
You shall know love
you shall know…
love.”
The child nods, submitting. He turns to pray.
“Where are you, Lord?
Why does mommy hate me?
Father? God? Jesus!?
Where are you?
Why does mommy hate me?
I wish I were dead…
Jesus save me…
Save me
Take me from this Earth.
Where are you?
Why…
Why…
Do you not answer me?”
Announcement dear Children:
You are to be seen and not heard.
Yes, a shadow I dare say.
Do as I say and you won’t be hurt.
Do as I say.
DO IT.
Because I said so.
We’d always be dreaming of something more,
something we didn’t have
because we couldn’t have it together.
There is no love here.
You’d always be wishing I was someone else
and I’d wish you’d knew how to use your….
Mister ‘stick it in pull it out.’
“Gotta Go! Gotta Go! Coming to
a hole near you!”
Oh wait, didn’t quite make it.
What was I doing before you came?
There is no love here.
Because there is no future with you,
I won’t mind if I use you
and abuse you,
Tear you limb from bloody limb.
My poisonous rivers surging into you,
filling my toxins with you till you erupt.
Secretly you enjoy it
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
DON’T YOU?
You like it when I rape you.
There is no love here.
What was I doing before you came?
Slowly it drips,
Slowly I die
a poisonous death.
There is no love here.
