a few words from the clock... |
1:01 the man set mood lighting. meanwhile, something ticked.
3:47 the farmer held hands. his cows sang.
7:36 they announced a commotion. intently, a child fled.
10:23 turn on their fami...
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 08:59:00 PST |
old notebooks shake my head. |
I guess it's just a freak mishap that I never understood, always doubting what I must have known all along. It began at least five years ago in a hot classroom where I was learning french. My eyes wer...
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
something sexual |
polka dots and nasty thoughts. the mood of today feels like a little more make-up will do. and perhaps a garter. my nails are painted. don't worry, I haven't washed my hair.
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Denture Victim |
It wasn't like a fantasy, as he would have suspected. It was more like the most unpleasant dream in the dawn of a morning's most vivid reality. It was, he would describe, useless and frightful and bey...
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
every handprint melts away |
I'm thinking my head decided to crystallize the scenery. I've petrified my environment. It's cold and it's hard and it's softly reminiscent of childhood dreams. I can see my reflection in the grass. I...
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
if you've sent someone to destroy me...oh...I'm ahead of that shit... |
when they come for me, I want to be brushing my teeth, in which instance theyll be obligated to allow me to finish. And then, I want to be so entirely disgusted with the odor of putrescence permeatin...
Posted by grandma calls her "darlet" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
