it's doing my head in because it all means nothing |
tonight the moon didn't look like the moon at all, it was so low and so full and so orange i was actually kind of afraid. I've never seen a moon like that before. when it gets cold enough it feels lik...
Posted by intestinal tract on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 05:49:00 PST |
fuck you and you and you |
i feel so cheatedexpress yourself, no not that much geez, contain yourself why don't you...and i am aware of the risk of sounding like i believe in astral travel but my heart is always burning......
Posted by intestinal tract on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 05:41:00 PST |
Ottumwa, Oskaloosa, the Unites States of America |
maybe you need to blanket yourself down white blankets white icing white swabbing white eyelids squinting eyes all the brightness I'm so far away i'm living in a snow bubble, but it may as well...
Posted by intestinal tract on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 07:39:00 PST |
a list of things |
fieldstrashnapkinsairplanescoffeestomachblack holestrong solid and disgustingantagonistpolystereneblack hole beats rock every timebootscoatsprettinesstexasvanityloathingSouth Africa, naugthy or nice?m...
Posted by intestinal tract on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 01:31:00 PST |
that's what i thought... |
true love comes in many forms, caps tipped sideways, pants dripping low, love comes in the form of gold jewellery, silver chains, pendants of cute, identifiable objects, love is your frindge combed fo...
Posted by intestinal tract on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 01:13:00 PST |
sweet smelling, like a department store |
Someone has hustled away my porn in the crusty early dawn, as I lay down to sleep in my unmade bed, tired but with sweet sounds singing in my head, crisp and clear...burning a hole in my nose up to wh...
Posted by intestinal tract on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 09:27:00 PST |
all the girls crush on the butcher |
I work where people come to buy cakes. There are big people and small ones. Some have dentures, some have friends who died last week. Some have babies.....the babies drool, I only occasionally like th...
Posted by intestinal tract on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 09:08:00 PST |
Please continue... |
imitation love(comes in many forms couldn't choose just one)
imitation sugar (sugarine)
imitation grass(astro turf)
so what music do you like?
maybe the dullness or not caring or thinking I've had a ...
Posted by intestinal tract on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 08:04:00 PST |
red blue purple warm |
pure psychic automatism.... all the surrealists were keen on it...automatic writing, write from the depths of the subconscious...but as always the problem is that we're being mediated through language...
Posted by intestinal tract on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 11:52:00 PST |
this is MY space |
Yeah she is a bit.......
Posted by intestinal tract on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 06:19:00 PST |
