Back to reality, back to work |
Baby, I'm ready to go.
Take my hand, let me choke down this bile found in hierarchy.
I love our life. But I have to work so much harder to love my own.
Vacation's over. Now it's b...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:59:00 PST |
Looking back in anger |
That's what I am doing.
Refusing it enough thought to entertain guesses or even ask you myself.
Tragedy tragedy tragedy, in the end it is often dishonesty anyway. Half truths, bullshit, techni...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 04:48:00 PST |
If it’s of any comfort |
Though it may not always be entirely sincere,
And though it's never for any enduring length of time,
And perhaps it's of no comfort at all,
But don't worry.
You still get to me...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 10:28:00 PST |
choices to make |
Bile. Isolation. Entitlement. Disgust. Love. Reclusion. Spectacle. Pride. Missing. Paranoia. Affection. Greed. Grateful. Strong. Appreciation. Abandon. Uncertainty. Confirmation. Pressure. Silence.
&...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 09:54:00 PST |
midnight radio |
My heart feels so swollen. My lungs feel moist and dripping.
It's as if I will breathe this feeling of gratitude in too deeply and choke on the blood from my heart. That heart which is too satura...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 10:34:00 PST |
wake up and drive |
Pregnancy, corpses and the other woman....
No more red wine and art films before bed.
Those dreams are enough to scare anyone sober.
Or celibate.
Fucking yike...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 07:38:00 PST |
Truth telling serum |
It's a good thing.
It makes me happy. But quietly, to myself. Like real life. Like an inner narration that speaks in third person sometimes because it knows far more than you do.
It's time for...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 12:38:00 PST |
blindness |
My inbox is full with sentimentality. Prioritizing who means most at any given moment as a means of deciding what stays and what goes. Some would say that makes me fortunate... That's one way of...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Wed, 23 May 2007 11:39:00 PST |
In lieu of flowers... |
We are here to say goodbye to something that was always at least half gone. I see many here left in the wake of this departure, some more meaningful than others. In the end, we are all ...
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Tue, 22 May 2007 10:54:00 PST |
early by conventional standards |
I am far too tired to tell you what a fool you are.
Posted by Billie the Kidd on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:54:00 PST |
