002. Poem |
Mr. DeathHis rockcandy ribcage,And collarbones an alien terrain.Hips that could splinter diamonds --Cosmically estranged.His eyes: sunken meteorites.Neck strangled in lovebitesMy skin. And his skin:Ro...
Posted by boy who cried, "WOLF!" on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 06:24:00 PST |
001. Rant |
At 3AM, theres something primal and ritualistic about standing beneath a showerhead while dissecting the day you're leaving behind. It's like sloughing off all the dead skin or molting into something ...
Posted by boy who cried, "WOLF!" on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:20:00 PST |
