my last entry... "good bye to velvet hands and star eyes" |
"over the summer heat i press folds of black velvet onto a clean piece of open flesh. i wrap up memories i have here. i wrap up memories we have here. i cling to the feeling as it passes between my...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:03:00 GMT |
black thread, hematite, and bed |
loose cannons climb trees. loose cannons tie up words, thoughts, and memories. loose cannons love me.stretching out over clouds of harmless black powder, i lay down to the bedside tonight with one e...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Jul 2009 02:12:00 GMT |
around taro cards and cheese cake |
this is the sacrafice. there are plenty of those things locked up inside here. i've condemed them to the depths. and i choose not to use them. but i have them when i want them. ... like i wish i ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 12:13:00 GMT |
thunder and kisses in the rain |
there comesa grossly, insensitive, traumatic way to to tell youi am still yours...that i amalwaysthinking about you...that i have alwaysloved you.that is this blog.and my silence is not bareit's just ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:18:00 GMT |
dear darla, |
i hate your stinkin guts. you make me vomit. you are the scum between my toes.love, alfalfa.
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 10:11:00 GMT |
Twilight |
written: april 21st '09 in between a dream and in the pattern of a classic edgar allen poe.light comes down in mist that spreads out on the floor. a trickle of twilight kills the sleeping underneath ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 10:58:00 GMT |
see you soon |
every night now, you are in my dreams.-Sent from my Helio.
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 18:52:00 GMT |
if i could |
i would drop in to you and fold myself around you. carve our names into our chests and spin you away with me across a sky of cresent moons lit by a single star sailor moon. .tuxedo mask-Sent from my...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 18:56:00 GMT |
rain comes before fire |
there's incoming rain clouds. they move in over me like the pins and black in my veins that's begun to roll through me. my mouth is solid, heavy. with a taste like plaster. powder thick, potent tr...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 08:50:00 GMT |
it was too cold in aspen. |
i'm back. ...sooner rather then later.and apparently because the truth will set you free.
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:32:00 GMT |
