"You are my man. You fuck me, you feed me, you provide cigarettes. You are my man, and I am your lady."

K. looked over at me, "Record this; write this down in your mind, because she'll never. say it. again."

I did you one better, asshole.

Lord, so I just got off the phone with Katelyn and hanging up was a real ordeal. She was all like, "so when are you gonna be here?" To which I responded well I'm just going to take a shower, and then I'll be over. She insisted on knowing the exact time of my arrival, but I misunderstood her to be asking when I would be getting in the shower. I ( Read more... )

I am not okay. I'm wine-drunk and living in constant fear. My cigarette is burning short, as is my patience. I can't inhale my choice of herbs in my own home, I don't know where the Keizer P.D. will pinch me next... Fuck it all anyway. Innocence is relative, fuck'n a. Innocence doesn't mean shit when there are quotas to be met and cases to be ( Read more... )

Just leave me a message, and I'll get back to you after the sleep ( Read more... )

DO NOT WANT!!!

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In other news, Justin recently made his one-night stand sleep on the couch. What an anal retentive cunt.

"...to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head..."
--Howl, by Allen GinsbergAbout my second and a half month in Portland, my writing teacher forced the sideways ( Read more... )

Fuck face and I are sitting here, hotboxed in my room, browsing my previous live journal entries. I related to fuck face that the poem directly below this entry was written while I was high, by thinkinking of a sentence and writing it down as seemed most logical to my high mind. We unanified that anything thought by anyone could, in this fashion ( Read more... )

So, what?
A landmine
A brave man
A slab of burger
yells and plods
boldly, slowly
away