going on a car ride |
The lonely passenger keeps quiet as the driver rolls through town in black and chrome. Followed by an eclectic caravan with faces of wet stone. Creeping a long in procession, the silence takes its tol...
Posted by mean carrie on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 10:47:00 PST |
the scar named Baby |
You say im looking skinny, and you ask if ive been eating. Baby, im not hungry, its your features that are feeding. This town is stocked with chalky bodies chasing all the night hawks, with faces lik...
Posted by mean carrie on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 09:29:00 PST |
Hello, My name is luggage |
The calendars have duplicated their squares.These days repeat themselves like all the othersleading to nothing.My body is dry;slice me open ,I should be hollowlike an over-cooked Thanksgiving turkeyI ...
Posted by mean carrie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
slow motion. |
just because i think its funny that i have a crush on someone i will never see again, ill tell the story. and because im in the mood to write...After about 3 hours of hanging out at Leicester square w...
Posted by mean carrie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
