Taking Mr. Wolfe Home final pt. |
Lakeshore Drive would have been a calm, scenic drive to Indiana. Then we would have gotten tangled up in small towns until we made it to Gary. Then we would have gotten lost in a mess of dilap...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 00:52:00 GMT |
Fuck You While You're Down |
consider yourself lucky---i didn't lay my praying mantis hands on you afterward,nor let my scorpio tail coil several timesaround your dick, playing Pop! Goes the Weaseluntil the jack in your boxers fe...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:42:00 GMT |
Taking Mr. Wolfe Home pt 3 |
Gents, Weeble said, opening the door to the basement. It was like stepping into a white cavern with that earthy smell of spring water and disturbed soil. This is da fountain of youth. Keeps ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:58:00 GMT |
Poetry Destroyed You revised. |
Language was used to build a society. But people say poetry confuses and distorts meaning and reality. So is poetry used to destroy a society?---Ryan Kulefsky, Columbia College faculty"
You were beau...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 02:00:00 GMT |
Taking Mr. Wolfe Home pt 2 |
The first thing David said to me when I got in shotgun after buckling Tobias in the back was, So theres this chick I want you to meet. Shes kinda hot for me, but I figured were buddies so ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 01:52:00 GMT |
Why the Wild Bird Cries |
little sparrow, you will never be loveduntil you strip feathers one by oneuntil your bloody skin is flightlessand someone will find you on the sidewalk,scoop you up into his hands,take you homeand men...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 02:05:00 GMT |
She Didnt Know How Else to Say, Love Me (a year later) |
original post July 27, 2008.The mermaid sliced her finand fit her little green feetinto a pair of red pumpsthat she couldn't get used to.But the boy said she was pretty.The angel, the pixie, the songb...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jul 2009 01:57:00 GMT |
(scribbled affairs) |
On Being the Lover of the Reincarnated Cheyou've come back with no hair on your head,but the hair on your chest, the hair on your thighscast shadows on my lips.and i can see you standing with a book i...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:55:00 GMT |
What did you dream about last night? |
well?????
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:44:00 GMT |
Taking Mr. Wolfe Home pt 1 |
My English professors burps stank like vomit. I could taste it in my mouth. Every time another spit bubble popped from between his lips, I felt my own stomach erupt. While turning a corner, To...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:59:00 GMT |
