Ode to the Central Wind

(Source: chostar)

(Source: chostar)

chys:

Promo for my new videos!

Tumblr Accent Challenge:

Your name and username. Where you’re from.

Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
Choose a book and read a passage from it.
Do you think you have an accent?
Be a wizard or a vampire?
Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
End video by saying any three words you want.

Alone with Everybody →

chys:

Alone with Everybody
by Charles Bukowski


the flesh covers the bone 
and they put a mind 
in there and 
sometimes a soul, 
and the women break 
vases against the walls 
and the men drink too 
much 
and nobody finds the 
one 
but keep 
looking 
crawling in and out 
of beds. 
flesh covers 
the bone and the 
flesh searches 
for more than 
flesh. 

there's no chance 
at all: 
we are all trapped 
by a singular 
fate. 

nobody ever finds 
the one. 

the city dumps fill 
the junkyards fill 
the madhouses fill 
the hospitals fill 
the graveyards fill 

nothing else 
fills. 

Making green chili stew. I officially miss not only the people, but now the food as well. New Mexico.

Tonight, I wish I smoke. I don’t want to actually smoke. I want the excuse to go outside right now and just sit. Be. I want the clutter of my room to escape my head just by going outside to do something. I can’t think here. I feel really trapped but in a sense that’s not very familiar to the meaning of the word itself.  I now understand what Rhys means when he says he likes smoking because it gives him the excuse to leave and sit by himself. To think. I get that now. I want that. It’s weird too because all I’ve been for the past few hours is alone. Why would going outside make it better? It will though. I know that. Well, it won’t make it better but it will be what I want. It’s silly that I don’t just go outside, sit on my deck, and be right now, without the smoking. But I won’t do that. I would just sit, feel silly, then scared…then go back inside. Maybe if someone was here with me, someone I didn’t need to talk to, who would just sit outside with me. Then I would do it.

Sitting feet on the ground, knees bent. Sweating trying to reach the breeze. Tilting the glass allowing drops to collect on my knees. Watching them as they slide down. They seem familiar. I think I’ll let them reach between. 

Poetry, Thoughts, Photos, Songs: Questions →

chys:

I made a questionnaire the other night at 3 am. I’ve been having my friends take it and I thought it would be interesting if anyone on Tumblr wanted to take it too. So either reblog it and answer the questions there or send it to me in an ask and I’ll post it. This is just for fun, so no pressure….

I answered these the other night around 2 for Rhys. I recommend doing it. I also think it’s best to read it then answer it right on the spot without too much time to change or obscure your first reactions to the questions.