glass hookers fall in magnificent love [rachel and i are so demented] |
my best friend is amazing.she came to visit me last week.we write amazing stories togetherand make amazing music.fragment jones III has several balls on which he likes to pounce on. purple penguins ea...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 03:49:00 PST |
things making my life worth living right now... |
my momgoing home- jesus and buddha as brothers written by thich nhat hanhpink lemonadebriancookie ice cream sandwichessaying "what is that fuck?!"/witf with megan and raeresearching cannibalismchad se...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:36:00 PST |
paint those slick lips up and decorate my dick, cunt |
"i am the best thing that will ever happen you're the luckiest whore on earth and you better pray you'll never know it"
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the damage is done so i guess i'll be leaving |
the act is cute.nice tears.but dont believe for one minute that i've forgotten what a manipulative prick you are.a bedroom not a workplace.a boy, not a point of honor, obviouslyyou, drunk and miles fr...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 06:15:00 PST |
we have a glass slipper filled with PCP |
cradle snowpalm your lips were napalmi thought we'd you thought i'd we'd say we wishes scatter like freed retinaehanging heads with longbrown noosesi've accomplished nothing...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 08:23:00 PST |
this is about the selfish asshole i fucking hate |
fell asleep in front of you made the break...blood trail steady filling my stupid veins hold onto the sound of my neck digital through miles of wires make me magma like youso i could stoneharden at w...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
oh, the things we say when our balls are empty and our hearts are full |
???
drunk on saturday nights. erased the vomit from toilet seats
and rubbed four o'clock shadows across cheek and chin bones
until there was nothing left but muted shades of skin [humanityandfuck...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
what kills you it keeps you alive |
(You are not abstract--I have abstracted you.I deconstruct only to reconstitute you; only to put a little of myself inyou.)
And in the push-pullbow-caressed musicof your muscle fiber climbingI hear e...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
you never saw me when i was you |
being average is disgusting. one day i'll make myself so much less or more, so insignificant... then I'll be able to breathe.
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
starting over, long and protracted... |
Not as done as I thought, or led myself to believe, either one, doesn't matter...
Posted by annabeLLe- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
