the god who loves you |
the god who loves youcalled me last nightjust to check inhe wants to know if I'm putting up Christmas lightsthis year. he thinks that I, as a deepfeeling personought to appreciate thegood cheer I'd be...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Aug 2010 19:46:00 GMT |
real estate gang bang |
Patrick thumbs the Crown Royal bagstuffing his hand into his pocketsearching for keysBrion stands at the gate, sunglassestipped, smiling. Sam answers the door, it'snice to meet me. They're off toplay ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jul 2010 21:56:00 GMT |
role models |
I hate my legs.sometimes, I look in the mirrorcursing myselfthendeflate. consider the sociopoliticalramificationsand sneerthere's nothing I can'trationalizethere's no doublenegative for thisbodyI hate...
Posted by on Wed, 05 May 2010 21:59:00 GMT |
got oooooh |
I took a klonopinrewrote my historysalvaged what was leftyou can't imaginehow my rock bottom issemi soft at bestI've got ooooooohand issuescrying myself awakeI've got ahhhhhhhand wishlistssome just ar...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Apr 2010 21:22:00 GMT |
makeup elegy |
Jennifer Murray, the print was a hurryI fastened it onshe wanted foundation, I bathed in elationthe tape went all wrong(I made up a song)she lives on home stead, I had some quick breadreferring to whe...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:44:00 GMT |
cinquains |
1.whiskeyfactual. cosmicbuilding, breaking, belittlingfilthy little memories. justsin2.mainstreetobsolete. archetypalweaving, trafficing, solicitingthat tiny diner. yourplace3.climaxyoung. mythicalshi...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Mar 2010 01:17:00 GMT |
every time |
he loves meI kept getting old, my whole lifeuntil I met himnow all I wantis to tell him, he's the sexI want to have, it's notan insult, he can thrust and fail, do wrong, apologizehe canJake, his eyes ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:13:00 GMT |
rotting in |
we can slapstickour way out of itbubblesbursting little errorsour redundancyhe closes the blinds for pornI close my eyes for youI'm stuck to him so hardit hurtsmy eyeballs, gooey gumdrops on hisgraham...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 00:17:00 GMT |
Jake on the internet |
every time Ithink about him and my future,I get angry.blood rushes through my chestdeep breathsacid travels up my esophagussinging my larynxhe's taking advantagehe hasn't made it up to mehe hit me and...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Dec 2009 22:27:00 GMT |
my boyfriend your song |
my boyfriendsits on the couch. he watches Conan.I play your song on theguitar. tonight we are makingspanakopita. we did our last ditchgrocery run in secondsflat. I ask him why he shaved hisbeard, as i...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:48:00 GMT |
