good girl |
she laughs like a cheerleader on nitros, underwearinside out, a left over reminder of fifteen minutes inthe back seat, dribbles of her sin sliding down theinside of her thighs like tiny nausiated ice ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 19:04:00 GMT |
talking dirty |
its either neo-facist war mongers or militant lesbian folk singers... i used to think i was an extreme personality type... jesus the whole world is out in their sunday best strutting their sad, suffer...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:30:00 GMT |
life expectancy |
marking off the hours until i'm allowed to leave...trying to pack in a laugh...a smile...a point. squeezing my temples and resisting the urge to scream "i am not bullshit!" i mean what i say. i am not...
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 20:45:00 GMT |
learning to lie |
words drift like god's dandruff dusting the shoulders of the world at large. special delivery bullshit, airmail, overnight. masking truth with dirty delights and making worms meat of me. tell the trut...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 17:24:00 GMT |
X |
it’s been a lifetime or more. drifting to the edges and back again in search of one rain slick street, the sky grey and blown. the slip slap of my shoes making way for the ever so sweet tink of ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
dribbles |
Standing blinded in the cold, my breath frozen like whispers in an empty room, fat snowflakes sailing the currents of the grey breezes falling in between brick buildings old enough to remember the ech...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2004 12:24:00 GMT |
