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(no subject) [Dec. 4th, 2006|11:34 pm]
communistson
i've had the same two
grandfathers my entire
life (with three
grandmothers).
the one was a
republican and the
other was a
democrat.

the one bought us
all, my cousins
and myself, toy guns
and army men;
he was the
republican.
the other bought
us sports
related things;
he wanted
us to suceed.

one of them
fought in a war, the
other knew
about every
war in
existence.

they worked in
the same
factory until it
shut down.

one still works and
one travels
often.
they both love
their
grandchildren,
but they
never
eat thanksgiving dinner
at the
same table.
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(no subject) [Sep. 15th, 2006|06:12 am]
communistson
so i woke up in a
cold and sad fit of sweat, and
the television played
indifferent games of chance by
wheels and cavemen rolled
over in their graves because the
inventor of the
wheel was the
fucking Socrates to
his people & now
the most
enduring
moment
of his life
was reduced to
nothing.


II
all this crossed
my mind as I swallowed
two pills to put me down for
the night so i wouldn't
have to think so
negatively or at least
that's what my Doctor says
maybe i should try
to not take everything and
apply it to everything else
and maybe i should
try to have an opinion and
not know why everyone does what they do
and why they do it
because everyone wants an
opinion and maybe i should
try to learn to not be myself
because it seems
that myself is a negative
connotation and then i
fell asleep.
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the conspiracy [Aug. 20th, 2006|12:53 am]
communistson
[music |bob dylan's on t.v.]

each day
in and out
i hear everyone say
what they said yestday
and i
for one am
involved in undoing
the conspiracy

"i didn't
see you at church
on sunday.
why weren't you
at church
on sunday?
did you say
a prayer
for your sin
on sunday?"

and i remember
the time i asked my
mother

"mommy
where does heaven
come between
the amotsphere
and outer space?"

this is how stupid i was.
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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2006|09:52 am]
communistson
[music |highway 61 revisited- bob dylan]

if life is a
long road you
must go along to
discover the end
all the roads
i know
are
the ones
that
i really don't want to know
and all
the places i've
heard are
the best
across
the
giant sea
and we
know there
ain't no
bridges
to happiness.
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"that'd be a great idea." [Aug. 2nd, 2006|09:26 pm]
communistson
and her boyfriend faked his
own disappearance because he
finally figured out the key to
making life boring
was sucking the
originality
and saftey
from routine.

perhaps it is
he
and not
i who
would have
enjoyed such a
new thing
only 1,000,001
peope have
done such a thing
as opposed
to the
15,000,000,000
who said
"that'd be
a great idea."
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talk about important [Jul. 29th, 2006|11:18 pm]
communistson
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"come in captain solo" [Jul. 26th, 2006|07:56 pm]
communistson
[music |the mother, the mechanic, and the path]

i must say that, by
far, my greatest childhood
memories are all at my
father's guitar stand that really
was the Millenium Falcon and I
made the Kessel run in point nine
seconds and I'd hear:
"Come in Captain Solo, Come in
Captain Solo"
and I never wanted to
play the instrument but pretend
I was in some X-wing on
Endor in some
Galaxy far, far away.
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(no subject) [Jul. 19th, 2006|08:00 pm]
communistson
[Current Location |masters of war- bob dylan]

as i sit in the park
i watch the sky grow dark
and hope for love to warm my heart.
as the air grows cold
the systematic world falls asleep
because it's got work in the morning.

i stumbled on home
past a dozen busy roads
and then fell into a payphone.
and the nine dialed numbers led me to your voice
and asked if you wanted to speak to me
and i said to meet me somewhere beautiful
you said, i hope that still exists.

so we slept in the flower bed
because we had to rest our heavy heads
and i don't know what you said.
i never will, and the flowers are angry.
and i'm a man of peace.
i don't want a death wish on me.
so just let me go back to sleep.
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(no subject) [Jul. 12th, 2006|10:05 pm]
communistson
[music |as the roots undo- circle takes the square]

so my bodily functions
stopped functioning
and i fell apart
all nuts and bolts
and you laughed because
i said once upon a night:
"i hate to feel locked in a robot's routine."

i felt these walls falling
and i felt strong so i tried to hold
myself up among the ruins
of my old life though i'm
scared to start again
but that's all the future is.
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greetings [Jul. 5th, 2006|07:21 pm]
communistson
[music |wheel- john mayer]

the first time i met you we were lost
inside of a box and we made our escape
by giving up on fate. the second
time that i had met you we were changed
our lives were plain and we metamorphosized
in front of watching eyes. the third
time we met love took you over
a home in the suburb and i never saw you again
so goodbye friend. the last time i heard
from you you wanted to die
for reasons i couldn't find and i wrote you a poem
to save your mind by some precious code.

and i recieved a letter from your wife the next week.


(i swear to god this is the best thing i've written in a year)
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