I want to drift
out away from the banks
of the fetid creeks,
up, past the loneliest radio
tower, uselessly blinking
lights in the fog of
static, trying to signal
frequencies home.
I want to swim in those creeks
looking for the ocean only to find
drainage pipes.
I want to make a raft of my mattress
and find my way to the poles
before they're all

pinch doses of laudinum.

I can imagine it now
The streetlights like your ribcage
Parted by your asphalt spine

You never did quite reach the buildings in the city
Only the garbage that floated on the river banks
It was never really thinking too much of yourself
It was only just aiming far too high

Your dreams fucking killed you.

I'm gonna destroy myself the way we used to do it ( Read more... )

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY DARTH MARC!

with love from the west.

53 hours was not enough.

forevers not enough.

you'll be missed.

what a great effing night.

I feel betrayed. Flat out, knife between the ribs ( Read more... )

I'm not sure where my head is, or if it's running smoothly ( Read more... )

the bathroom room door doesn't lead to the same party as the one you just left ( Read more... )