My aim is true |
Allisonthinks I'm alot like her fatherremembers everythingalways wants things to work outthinks too critically of the uncertain futuremakes excuses for things she hasn't done wrongsmiles when we kisss...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:24:00 GMT |
braindead |
non-collegiate 21 year old living at home selling shoes for slightly above minimum wageon the weekends he drinks with the same friends he's been drinking with since highschoolhe's a fucking braindead ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:06:00 GMT |
Convoluted spirits |
borderline conservative hipsters huddled in circles, bleeding smoky clouds of American Spirits up, up, up into the convoluted black webs of the tree branches as they are silhoutte in charcoal against ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 02:13:00 GMT |
illogical fear of failure |
How does oneone in this circumstance being medevelop a debilitatinglife threateningirrational fear of failure if they have never actually tried to do anythingandeven if they had triedwouldn't have par...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:01:00 GMT |
guilty, nauseus, and alone |
Feelings like chemical castrationand a lack of erection.Afraid of boyhoodand of children.yawning till your jaw cracks and you cry.your tears fall on breasts that were never undressed.and you forget yo...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 01:53:00 GMT |
Don't be gay. |
We thought we were(unprevented at midnight,squeezed in between heavy breaths in between tweed couch cushions)(lost on our way to L.A.,I got you a hot chocolate at the Largo)I was wading into memorywit...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:51:00 GMT |
the apogee of my apology |
I forgot about my little heart that pumps ichor into my brainuntil it was slapped on to the surgeon's sterile tablecovered in locust like the 8th plagueIt's green slime and fetid stink clung to the ro...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 01:41:00 GMT |
Meanwhile, in the Lair of the Serpentwoman... |
the mechaclaustrophobia of my insecurities has become less and less entertaining,I have come to terms with it, accepted it as a companion through life, moved on, but, still, it's all therebut sooner o...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:02:00 GMT |
pornographia |
I'm sucked inlike a mosquito to a bug zappera flash like God's giggeling laughterand then a newborn childand then death on a tinplateamong the charred piles of my twitching peersthe shaking father's h...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 23:11:00 GMT |
my imaginary friend |
sporatically through out the day I will remember thingshorrible or embarrassing things I have done in the pastif these things are especielly hard for me to rememberI've found that the one thing that h...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 00:24:00 GMT |
