Cherry

The worst book ever written

"How fucking boring Evelyn Waugh’s book Scoop is. How unbelievably dull, repetitive, tired, inconsequential and fucking boring."

"Checkout" Scene Four Supermarket Teashop Morning

Wedding cake and Pickled Walnuts!

the promise

somewhere along the way s/he lost track of themselves--- perhaps it was because they had been hurt before & swore to never go into anything full swing again, or perhaps it was out of a genuine

kleenex et champagne

from kleenex to champagne & back again the torrid twister rips through life with its emotional whirlwind of idiosyncratic hang-ups that show their face after a few months &

instinct outside of context

walking down the street driving in the car riding on the train flying on the plane an eye for more than just the routine comes about like a pleasant smelling incense filling the room &
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there's few things more tragic than a wasted condom

there’s few things more tragic than a wasted condom deep in the night - somewhere around 4am, i crawl awkwardly from the bed. cold rubber against the sole of my foot,
Cherry

cortege

cortege like an eel, the cars crawl in a line over the curling russet cushioned carpet. shiny black metal polished with late afternoon sun, a solemn, sluggish pace set

ink black

ink black an ebony lacking in all possible reflection; limpid, mildewed blackness crushing forward, through a glassy introspection, solid, insurmountable

Brand New Haikus

Just my newest set of haikus.

Reborn

The golden echoes of the rising sun erupts though the stain glass pane; eclipsing my now new exhumed form. so, from where cold cruel death had left its ever always ice blown kiss;

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