Got some whiskey. |
I rolled my bottom lip under my two front teeth and searched for loose skin, this was something I did when I was nervous. I would bite the skin from my lip, obsessively. I never took up smoking cigare...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:07:00 GMT |
p is for pretty. |
If I had to think of one descriptive word for this place it would be stagnant. It’s impure from lack of motion. I want it to move on its own without me pushing outward from its insides, but it j...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
ultimate outlaws. |
people might stare and tell us to stop but we can't stop we'll run wild as fast as we can but only from the front room to the bathroom and you'll push me against the wall only softly with one hand on ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 19:35:00 GMT |
copying the cat. |
My world is quite simple, because I live in it alone. I realize this when I’m the last person to look at myself, to really look at myself. I’m beginning to form complete sentences now. Tha...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 22:44:00 GMT |
purple prose. |
your hook has grown firmly in my mouth, strings stretched tight like rope for walking. you've curved your ribboned rainbow within a rusty wall,and put painless pressure on the basement of my belly. th...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 20:26:00 GMT |
take the long way home. |
If I woke up before this day and realized I would wake up today feeling like I do now, there's a chance I would've ended it there. On my naive and rebellious journey to "find myself" I have been altog...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:22:00 GMT |
two times ten minute break. |
so i am no longer afraid of my sleep, not it or the amount it provides. i fear these dreamless days now where i'm moving machine happy, trigger snappy to see you. fake maybe. but there will be a break...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 07:52:00 GMT |
