and i am ready for the kill-l-ll |
and so i filter what you say through a hole so small that only the largest man could get through. only the largest man: you. it is a process of analyzation and participation and ILLumination and ... w...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 13:57:00 GMT |
you are a machine, machine, machine. whore. |
tripping on a red wire, catching a blue wire and i am back to my childhood. all of this has erased my experiences and my memories, and be careful what you wish for. a return backwards and innocence ha...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 17:39:00 GMT |
there is no reaction to ethics. |
i sit across from you, and i am sipping my cold, orange cola. cola cool as a cucmber, just watching you. it is simple how small you look. you are passion and i am reason. you are fuck-a-buddy and i am...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 17:34:00 GMT |
the commentary on my life (as i see it) |
we draw them in with promises of PORN, LUST, DRAW, SEX, RAW FLEX, hey hey look at me, i'm everything you want me to be, sexy-sweet and oh so naive. but, tap-tap-tap, here we come, i know my shit, don'...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 23:10:00 GMT |
Love interview |
we died in a shield, i crawled and crept and cried along the floor of cracked dried fruit and broken shells, i held in a box memories. you were tired empty you stopped vomitting the pain 2 days ago wh...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 22:51:00 GMT |
t.s. eliot-- preludes |
T.S. Eliot - Preludes
I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered le...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 20:14:00 GMT |
