December 2009
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Juicy juicy mangos
You’re back.
I missed following the mind-tangles and painful truths you once so aptly described.
Thanks for returning.
And in that moment I promised myself that I will move to the ocean as soon as I can.
the scoundrels are bountiful
spoon out lies by the mouthful
“Instead of trying to escape reality, plunge into the flesh of the world…”
That happened. What to do? What to say?
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
– Vonnegut, they say you’re cliche, but you’ll always be my boyfriend
I word associate. If you don’t like it, go suck a dick.
It’s nice to finish the night hanging with my closest, eating pineapple, and watching you play your guitar.
STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
WatchThere’s something about this that is so beautiful…
“I’m not perfect.”
“You don’t need to be.”
Why are you the absolute sweetest to me?
If I were a cutter
Cut me, my legs need to take a shaving
My spine’ll stick around, they’ll be no Plato caving
use my hands, distract myself, make these muffins magical
fill ‘em with grapes and sunflower seeds, steal a block from Callebaut.
Take time to make lacerations, hell my arms are looking too clean
use the knife, to bust a move, mess up my extremities’ scene
let it rise, bubble...
I found a new bruise. Listening to music.
The mix of the two made me think of you.
What are you doing with yourself?
Looking at my wall of polaroids. All the people that I love… all the people that love me.
to nicole
My dick, fragrant like a Christmas orange peel. Your dick’s broken like an old movie’s film reel.
My dick is golden, covered in diamonds. Your dick’s acting, they say you mimein’
My dick paints better than Van Gogh. Your dick’s messy like a corner-street hoe.
My dick’s well-mannicured, a Bonsai tree. Your dick’s so out of work, you’re givin’...
Balloons. I’m always thinking about balloons. I wish my head were a balloon- capable of floating away, of dislocating itself quietly and cleanly from the rest of my body.
Oh to be a balloon! Bulbous and red. Not unlike that blood stained snow globe found in your sister’s attic.
I’d fly up up up past the ceiling. Past my block. Past this town. But not alone. We would both be...
Shit I simply gots to do
-Read for exams.
-Do exams.
-Bake Christmas cookies. Anyone want in?
- Shave my legs. WHAT A WAR.
-Talk smack.
-Do smack.
-Go naked more often.
I don’t give a fuck. John Legend makes my heart flutter.
Each day gets better.
