SO MUCH PUPPY LOVE
I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
I do not separate my thought from my life.
PEACEis#1, water basin on bedside for face and teeth, glowing, greenery, making out, making flavors, my family, good advice (got any?)
You sire seawaves cyclones hurricanes You twist the face of the deep into a snout of hysteria Squinching up into that spout Saltwater and taffy sky make when they fuck in the backseat of White lady blizzard queen's batmobile You hump a dune soon as a Camel's back You ruffle a lion's mane Make wolves groan harps moan
take me higher
in beds and theaters
....SLEEPee// my so called life, without a trace, medium
AS WE SPEAK: hesse magister ludi
Adorno, Anhava, mid-twentieth-century polish/finnish poetry, An Experiment with Time, Carlos Casteneda, devilish woof, the acmeist school of poetry, hardy boys, capitalism and schizophrenia, anything not much thought was put into the writing of, east of eden, bataille, creeley, laura (riding) jackson, john clare, russian lit, wartime diaries. epic prairie, I ONLY ADD TO THESE BC EVERY TIME I READ THIS LIST I HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT I NEVER READ.
whoah