hit. Today was Sunday and he had completely forgotten. His leisurely plan of videogames and masturbation was going to have to be put on hold.
her/his whole life has been spent in the attempt to form a memory of herself/himself when s/he is dead--- every hand that has been shook, every deal that’s been made,
the world watches Holmes sit “dazed” in the courtroom, with each mainstream media monolith churning out the sound bites referencing his eyes & his red hair---
found himself doing something of a nose hair shuffle, cause’ when she rolled over & looked up lovingly (ode to early twenty-something bliss), soaked in her own juices
Namaste to you too, soft-voiced nicey-niceys with your facile Jesus glints. When forced benevolent grins part those slender anaemic lips,
She’s over there. She’s right there. She’s standing right there, looking over the side of that bridge. I see her.
I was also suicidal. I think that this was the first time in my life I seriously considered suicide. I really did not want to live.
River street urchins, The gutters are swelling. [Waiting…] for the sky—you and I To reach— the storm drains of joy. Before we go… Before we let, go. We too will rain…
A poison text… A poison flower… In a poison, heart... “How can we draw blood? And say that we - belong Together as just good friends And remain forever in a storm
I have not settled, on… A song I like. And, dear that is why - I write! I glean to touch an angel’s feather But all I do is roll like a bolder… Strewn-down the mountain-side
has occurred to this world, what horrible act of Heaven has acted onto the world to make it so dead, but so alive underneath the waters that are alive...
simplicity children wave at people on trains, because they know there’s no harm in waving. in saving the day, from the way away from harmony. children chase birds,
Culture and loathing in the Highlands.