dictatorship. |
...she flees down gravel pathsunder the strangest of moonlightsfrom voices cracked and angrypolluted with control.do not dictate me, her feet rang out on the frozen groundbeneath each step a shattered... Posted by annelise. on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 03:47:00 PST |
here i dreamt i was a soldier.. |
confused and messy.sounds more like an ending than a beginingbut i assure youthat's not the point.i'm losing whatever my tobacco stained fingers had a hold on.in the end they'll kill you in this bruta... Posted by annelise. on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:41:00 PST |
honest to god, officer, it’s awful. |
up to my knees in scars,not mine - mind you.i guess all i do is collect yours.chipped and rotting,your breath goes down the back of my shirt,conflicting with the beads of chilly pink sweat.[can you ex... Posted by annelise. on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:36:00 PST |
falkor, it’s as if the nothing never was.. |
sometimes i feel like artex in the swamp of sadness. Posted by annelise. on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:02:00 PST |
you drink it down. |
35 seconds."failures. one after theother. a whole duckpondfullof failures. myright arm hurts wayup into my shoulder.it's like at the track.you walk up to the baryour eyes scared out ofyour head andyou... Posted by annelise. on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 08:51:00 PST |
a prayer under pressure of violent anguish... |
unfortunately the best i can perceive is the worst i can accomplish. i need out., and i need a new life. Posted by annelise. on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:23:00 PST |
chaotic heterogeneousness. |
in a life of alienationand syllables as peppersprayshe writes the story of a lifeand runs out of time to live it.The world that materialized beneath her fingertipsmade of music and nicotineslips throu... Posted by annelise. on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 11:01:00 PST |
don’t speak.. i can hear you. |
aaron's birthday huh.to think that only a couple years ago...ah. fuck it.miss you doll. Posted by annelise. on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 03:45:00 PST |
ode to portland. |
I just spent the weekend in seattle and had a lot of fun, but pretty much only for the science fiction museum and hall of fame.. secretly I kind of hated it there because you can't smoke in the bars, ... Posted by annelise. on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 05:44:00 PST |
my lips are glossed but my heart is weak. |
She slammed that drink down so hard. Looks outside to find that somewhere in the expanses of time that big unwelcome light that uncomfortable heat that sun its vacated the premises. No matter. She see... Posted by annelise. on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:27:00 PST |