10:47 |
I imagine my body as a a scaled down version of the earth.My ghetto, your suburban culdesac, it's all hereOn the red, white and blue of my skin.The continent of my eyes peirce the merit of these milim...
Posted by Katrina on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:34:00 PST |
lusty locomotive |
If there is such a thing as reincarnation,I'm requesting right here and right nowto be a praying mantis.And after we would fuck I'd eat your headbut only metaphorically
I tell you to put your filthy h...
Posted by Katrina on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 06:30:00 PST |
A theme is emerging |
falling through glassscatters of me on the groundreflectingthe broken pieces of a whole messa trickle effectdown the dressand into my stomach acheeating your wordsconfused as to how they tastemy insid...
Posted by Katrina on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 05:58:00 PST |
in wading |
these walls they crack like arthritic knuckles at the age of eighty. the ingrown surface of border lines divide the unity in the spackle such as the scabs, agitation and ruptures of the skin lines lea...
Posted by Katrina on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 08:49:00 PST |
