tiarra teal |
once ive built my yellow house out of phone books, i will crawl into the largest ad nail salon, and pass out in the brightly colored fumes.
&nbs...
Posted by lisa on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 08:37:00 PST |
2769 |
2769. what kind of mood is an exit. painted-on escalator. don't be fooled.
Posted by lisa on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 04:01:00 PST |
old song: sum it up. |
What it all comes down toIs that everything's gonna be quite alrightI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other one is flicking a cigaretteAnd what it all comes down toIs that I haven't got it all fig...
Posted by lisa on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 03:07:00 PST |
an expensive taste. |
for assholes. 2717
Posted by lisa on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:09:00 PST |
yona watches the squirrel |
yona watches the squirrel,
imagines it is hungry.
we left the frying pan swans in the kitchen,
scraps and things,
reciting from the stolen doctors office tapes,
"like a sun setting in my forehe...
Posted by lisa on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:06:00 PST |
request II |
Mr Tieth, send flowers to tuesday night.
I have pulled the future off into the corner, my face is blue and i am crying, "be kinder, be kinder this time."
Posted by lisa on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:25:00 PST |
Request. |
Mr. Tieth, send flowers to Thursday and Friday night. I have pulled the future off into the corner, my face is red and i am shouting zeros and dashes, desires and needs ...
Posted by lisa on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 05:08:00 PST |
week fourteen |
Parachute, Popcorn, Dancing, Sharks.
Posted by lisa on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 04:56:00 PST |
