I get paid to wake |
I get paid for waking up. My eyelids are tiny punch cards. They swing open and get punched. But during sleep I'm off the tick toc beat of the mechanical heart that beats... Posted by Jennifer on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 11:14:00 PST |
Feeling greedy and forcing him deeper in me |
In Atlanta July is a gripping month. Obese boobs hang like lynched pigs from sweaty spaghetti straps. Perspiration descends the epidermis, grasping. Kudzu slithers around the necks of napping trees. T... Posted by Jennifer on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 07:04:00 PST |
I love him when he's not looking and he's always looking away |
i hadn't eaten for days and my labia were hanging like two little emaciated half-moon, skin tags.
They try to grab my calfs when i have their arm between my thighs and their hand ho... Posted by Jennifer on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 08:28:00 PST |
The Living blame anybody for anything |
Betty sees that it's irrelevant that we are all barely hanging on. What does matter a lot is that people come in different colors, that a red, white and blue swab of cotton is emblamatic of her, ... Posted by Jennifer on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 05:57:00 PST |
fat heads eat necks and are hungry for hearts |
He tells me that the problem isn't in my lungs, it's in my throat. He tells me that i want to scream but it's stuck in my throat. I won't let it out. I won't let it go. I want to cry.&n... Posted by Jennifer on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:56:00 PST |
The isolated mind |
He lives with a vengeance. He has committed crimes against himself: greed, jealousy, vanity, vice, lust, arrogance, insobriety and such and he has fallen into disr... Posted by Jennifer on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 10:22:00 PST |
I flap my dick |
A tree fell on the home of a masturbating man. I was in the dumpster at the edge of the parking lot where the masturbating man lived with his eleven cats. This is how I met Kerry. I rus... Posted by Jennifer on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 07:38:00 PST |
The muted tone of misery |
The muted tone of misery is like the ceaseless hum of general electricity. If you listen closely it is always on. There's so much I'm thankful for. Suffering is a form of longing. I am motiv... Posted by Jennifer on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 10:01:00 PST |
i paid too much for this puke |
i woke up to clues. i'd forgotten how i'd gotten here.
first, i found vomit. it was inches from my mouth and it was viscous, burgundy with a tinge of grand marnier.&nb... Posted by Jennifer on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:59:00 PST |
I want the unified truth |
Betty sits like a school girl on the hungry leather couch and speaks of crumpled up, tossed away things.
"I talk too much. I'm doing all the talking".
As a security measure she asks her... Posted by Jennifer on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 08:47:00 PST |