TEIL BLAKE
Hi.
My (pen) name is Teil Blake.

Jim Guthrie - The Prettiest Weed - Superbrothers: Swords & Sorcery EP

Atlas Genius - If So

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much 
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much 
I’ve seen, I’ve been 
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS 

I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping 
last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in 
thinking to myself I can never find space 
then the bus came late but I left my change, damn 
left foot, right foot then 
looks like I’m walking, too much 
too many folk, too many high, too many low 
city breathing down your neck 
then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go 
but I know this road won’t ever let you be 
then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep? 
tourniquet tied right around his bicep 
tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve 
teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle 
arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble 
tar make a man look dead like beetle 
but he’s high like an eagle when he asks for change 
anything I give him out the venom in his vein 
send him into heaven courtesy St. James 
and well, that ain’t my name 

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much 
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much 
I’ve seen, I’ve been 
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS 

don’t hit the snooze ever 
I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep 
I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that 
whatever type of late you think you is, show your references 
androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages 
yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in 
up and out coffee in the mouth jetting 
catching up pedal to the floor texting 
metal up expressing sections 
pressing hexes learning no lesson 
flexing like every intersection, wait 
oh my god I almost hit him with a car 
little kid ran quick to the middle 
I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe 
fiddling with knobs, 
god, what are the odds I could of … 
pulled to the curb, head to the wheel 
sweating artillery, don’t pack steel 
look up to a situation similar to opening an 
invitation asking you to die 
Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die 
I’m like fine little boys like crying 
step out to a fist in the eye 
took it like a champ didn’t even ask why 
didn’t even flex, didn’t even ask twice 
he didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight 

I said please accept my apology, I’ll just leave 
here responsibly 
I’m glad your boy’s okay 

I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much 
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much 
I’ve seen, I’ve been 
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS

(via goodtimezoo)

homestucksongs:

-Three in the Morning (Aftermath)

Homestuck Volume 9

-performed by Erik “Jit” Scheele original by Clark “Plazmataz” Powell