"come on. it's almost done it's almost done it's almost there" before the pain makes me pass out the hot stinging grip is still on my wrist, the flesh seperates into bracelets and red bands of tissue ( Read more... )

My friend's dog just died. he told me about it while we were drinking in the Duke of York. He didn't seem upset at all ( Read more... )

i am but an envoy, errant amidst choral winds of experience. i light my epistles with a distant star, the name of which i do not know, its light the unversed remnant of an already dead valor ( Read more... )

A mocking red, a haunting green, its ripest, fullest flush. It sat there perfect and compact, my tenses shifted to apprehend the various disgusts of my grief. How absurd its earthbrown pips, how grotesque my yearning of lips for the vaguest, humblest eucharist ( Read more... )

i want a girlfriend

back london way. :-(

genoa - a still and sober port, shaped to a tongue ladled with silence, and beyond, the wild language of waves & the warm breath of sea tempting the demon that sits in the dock.

just bought this:

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i picked up a dusty copy of antony and cleopatra from my mother's bookshelf today, all dusty cover and a yellowgrey staining on the fringes. And i let it fall open in my palms to see the white fruit of its pages; rich & varied segments of verse ( Read more... )

then they shamefully...rip the ( Read more... )