I'm working on things so that I can be followed easier, not in that Big Brother kind of way because Orwell didn't have his shit together, but I do. I'm taking myself off-line, out of the airways and into the real world. I'm cutting and pasting, fixing and placing things together. No more face to face, I'm only words that are to be read. I'm taking ( Read more... )

Cub Scout. Petite pants. there's millipedes in the palms again, my record has broken in two.

I guess I messed up along the way somewhere. My fingernails are fragments and I'm typing blood. The walls are half empty but there still hangs one small banner that reads, 'congratulations'. Congrats on making some decisions that led you here, hey, congratulations on being a totally fucked-up fuck-up. Congratulations, you lost every part that made ( Read more... )

I'm excited about picking out colors for my new bedroom. I want to shop for comforters like a nervous college Freshman until I find the perfect one.

Ho hum.  She's got holes in her jeans where her thighs rub together. Her earlobe, scantly clad with a large silver hoop is dusted with green  from dirt and infection. A lonely dribble of hot sauce grazes the left breast on her uniform and I wonder, 'How long is it going to take her to hit on my boyfriend?'.

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Although he forgot Valentine's day, everything was fine after midnight when we went to an all night grocery store where all V-day merchandise was 50% off. "Whatever you want" he said and as I looked through cotton t-shirts he snuk up behind me with a happy balloon in the shape of a Tulip that read, 'I Love You'. Once we made our purchases and went ( Read more... )

The dancer illuminated pure eggshell

white under the spotlight

in the rehab facility. In her ripped

jeans she sat straight up as if she’d swallowed

sharp lithium swords, but she felt

no pain. Pills that were pastel cupcake

colors were handed out in cold clear cups, vases

for the medication flowers. She ate

them one by one pretending they were candy

or glass ( Read more... )

1 year ago I was completely blank and you were filthy; now I'm just bitter like pretzels and you're my lit-up glo-worm.  

If you stop talking about someone, completely delete them out of your life, they will go away. See, I created all of this, so there is no need to worry. Leave the body, I created minds and limbs and how they happily work together. I created coffee and what a great idea it was. I created words and language, as well as the paper we use to wipe our ( Read more... )