The Disposable Girl. |
The Disposable Girl packs herself up like discarded Christmas ribbons and tattered papers, folding and folding back up and over. She was there and here and is now heading back to there once more. Damp...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 13:03:00 GMT |
go here...starting new blog page |
violetnovella.blogspot.com
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:55:00 GMT |
time flies. |
you're so see-through. self-proclaimed poet; every gesture is calculated. you reach for your cigarettes as if you don't remember they are in your front pocket all the time. you tell me don't wait for ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 17:03:00 GMT |
are shoes the new sex? |
It may be so, the cliché seems to be true right now...every sexually frustrated woman I know seems to substitute the caress of leather on her toes for what she's missing in the bedroom...why are there...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 19:17:00 GMT |
strange uneasy feeling... |
like being exposed to depraved subliminal messages and not knowing why I feel this way...this morning I saw a crow swoop down and attack a finch, plucking out it's eyeballs, shaking it until it was li...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 14:44:00 GMT |
erotica. romance. |
LA Times keeps writing articles about erotica lately.
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:57:00 GMT |
Imagine if. |
Imagine if all your friends told you to forget it, move on, get along! But you KNEW, you knew somewhere deep inside...maybe even speckled with flakes of doubt like Goldschlager liquor, hazy and decade...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
I like this. |
Literaturemap.com
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 17:29:00 GMT |
Must...write....faster.... |
I must find myself disciplining myself immediately. Today is a reminder that I can't wait to leave this all behind...I have to create a new reality. I have to feel that fire nipping at my heels, more ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
Baudelaire rocks me. |
To A Passerbyby Charles Baudelaire - Translated by C. S. ThompsonThe roaring city screamed around me then.In noble, sad and mournful majesty,A woman passed. With gentle dignityShe lifted up her dress'...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
