Friday, June 16, 2017

the day after, a dollar before

the winds are at it again,
stirring me from sleep
buzzing in my ear
like mosquitos in the night.
fuck it, give me your hand
but only if it's full of pills.

i cant admit that i want to be in the light
i can only tell you
im calcified on the inside
stones for legs, and shells for eyes
trying to avoid the buying and selling
of our collective cultural soul

do it,
sell it, buy it
at least  ill be fucking myself
and keeping my sweaty hands
in their bottomless pockets

cool killed itself
and all i want
is to be known as cool

i see the ledge,
i climbed the stairs
i saw the beautiful person
falling through air

screaming and yelling
can you see me now?
landing with a thud
and imprinting a smile

read this and weep,
the tree cut down
to plant a forest
in place of fallen ideals

im almost free
to show you how it feels
what ive conjured up
as being me

Thursday, June 15, 2017

going down

spending time in la really gets my death wish going

here are some photos of dead times

buried and catalyzed

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


'an uncertain belief'

just came back from baja
found a new wave, straight from the papers you drew waves on in school.....if you surf.

the juxtaposition of going there will never be lost on me, especially traveling with entitled gringoes.

I am incredibly blessed to be from this war mongering nation. clean streets,  minimum wage jobs and cops writing parking tickets
 it's all luck when you consider your alternative

ms13 or sexual assault as your mundane neighbors,  food when it can be afforded.

most people just haven't a clue.

grateful i do

i also met jumping it

keep dreaming kids...


Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me