Journal 1 |
I realize that I've fucked so much up until now. That I've given up so many beautiful things that could've saved my wretched soul. These people I give away and cannot recieve unto and into myself. I g... Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:11:00 GMT |
Drain |
And You Lick The Stars, Ever Careful Not To Singe, But To Savor.On The Blotter Of Dew, The Dripping Caramel-Sweet Caress Of Jet-Black Follows The Grating Sound From Inside Of Your Socke... Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 21:51:00 GMT |
The Beauty In Cynacism |
Who can deny to dance with the Truck-stop Betties,
Silk-satin apparitions snorting pain from these walls.
And tip-toeing, drafting and inarticulately creating
The new-borne face of the... Posted by on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 22:30:00 GMT |