you know where |
"we" have all been there.... in this place.... in all its intensity for US, the lovers,the philosophers, the dancers, the ones who FEEL it from childhood, to find. to revisit chilhood creations,laught... Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 04:31:00 GMT |
slut bath! |
constant babbling monkeys filling my head with shallow bullshit about some guy that they wont give a shit about in two weeks once they pass that flapping hole to the next egomaniac that should be in h... Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 20:23:00 GMT |
why did this pop in my head? |
biting prostatues is a bad idea!!! dont pet burning cats!!! Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 20:20:00 GMT |
stripper titz!! |
allergies are obnoxious and i am not responsible for over flow!body spray makes me ill and smells of stripper titz! ACK!! its in my mouth!!!where is the fucking tomatoe juice?! Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 20:10:00 GMT |
head junk |
the breeze feels good.cold enough to chill my flesh into bumpy chicken skin post plucked.but it feels clean wakes me even more than the liquid crack(some kind of energy drink or other highly caffinate... Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:59:00 GMT |
laugh as i exit |
neurotic and caffinedi announce that i have a stupid question in a store full of people...the clear eyed boy who likes portisehead looked dissapointed as i obnoxiously annoced that i didnt know what a... Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:50:00 GMT |
KNOW ME MORE |
having someone know ME like this
" Your costume/your way: See yourself in that costume? See yourself getting A's, see your self droppin' ink? It kind of doesn't translate when I say i love you, b... Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:29:00 GMT |
SEX |
thudding beat...
heart pounding...
slippery warmth...
soft flesh writhing beneath my sheets...
rhythmic breath...
breath it in...
sucking...
sqirm...
taste the sweet...
ride the...
waves of movement..... Posted by on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:26:00 GMT |
music |
its a euphoria.
the thunderous sound.
a baseline creeping across the ground.
your feet sink in.
racing up your body.
it fires off every muscle.
the movement.
the same beat everyone in... Posted by on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:55:00 GMT |
lyrical genious |
"I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm aliveAll the emptiness I've bled has only helped me surviveSomething melted inside when the tones hit my pulseAnd stifled the idle eagerness to grow in... Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 22:41:00 GMT |