February 2010
20 posts
January 2010
25 posts
“Let’s have a confrontation over a cold one
I give you conversation just to see if you can hold up
I play so dumb
because I know some of these starstruck, small-talk art fucks is no fun”
He said he didn’t want to visit it too often. If he did, there would be nothing left to understand.
Something I thought of: Death Camp for Cutie.
Just my type: overripe and intense…
Hatch open the mind, the tangle of dirty dimes
scrape off the crusted layer see a couple of ‘em shine
click ‘em all together to make something fine
but give up and then find quantum solace in that wine
another day, next time after pay day,
you can use your brain the elizabeth may way
say your 2 cents then david gray sail away
make your mistakes then repent them on bloody sunday
pat benatar my shoulder i’ll make a cup of folgers
tell me your deepest, and i’ll bring out my life folders
don’t need eye contact, fight for love like we’re soldiers
there’s a couple of hurdles, but they’re natural like boulders
anyone who can’t laugh.
fare thee well.
Climb with me up the mantle and into the antique mirror? Past ourselves and into the ether.
1. Dino prof yelled at me today for talking in a class of 200. Embarrassed, I decide I might have to drop it afterall.
2. Dreamt I stabbed a dog to death last night. Sweet dreams indeed.
3.Realized I need to stop following pornographic tumblrs; i’m getting desensitized to all that goodness.
4.Made grill cheese ‘n’ tomatoes. patrick watson in ears. no die yet. err.. no dye yet....
Books start the best fires.
Lovely feathers
Thanks for pushing me here.
If you didn’t, I’d still be there.
And hey, what fun would that be?
Good luck with everything you do.
Maybe we’ll cross paths again someday.
Hey Lucy, you've got some splaining to do
Lucy lacks the tact to make him fall into the craters of her hands
constantly questions her emotionless relationship
only slightly closer to him than his friends on Facebook
she wonders what happened to God’s plans she was promised
told she’d be living well, not low and heartless
can’t touch him anymore, doctor diagnosed her legs as partless
spends her nights alone with a...
he’s the gun to my holster