it waited
the port breeze sighed pushing my cocoon makings
past the door of gods Sunday home
full week paycheck hats are posted with bobby pins
and the factory made vail of aunt virginias hair net.
she was not mine
but in the same moments of falling acorns
i saw her back hand her nephew joshie for putting his hands in the Sunday pie.

hearing bjork makes me want to have sex ( Read more... )

this place is stale ( Read more... )

i am moving ( Read more... )

the world of regret i will feel if you tell me i will never have you again
is peanuts compared to the way i will feel thinking that you might come back.

the bloated dead frog almost made it to a nice earthy spot to die.. but he is smashed in my driveway. i think he died and then got run over.. but that may just be what i want to think ( Read more... )

the most horribul feeling is sitting down in a desk.. looking around and seeing people franticaly studying for a test that you did not know about.
FUCK...

i have a test in the morning, i don't feel like studysessss.. my sleep is really fucked right now. its hot over here by the computer. eat all the meats, and fight ostioporossisss.. errr something.
i am not sure why i am posting all this..

why is it that it never gets easier ( Read more... )

update on the pillers..
they are dead.
they ate all of a potted spider plant.
and then turned brown and died.
thought they might turn into butter-flys.
maybe they ate to much .