whistlin' and cleanin' apples on my sleave ( Read more... )

knew it

vvvvvvv

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all day i just want to stab fools. i want to enter under the collarbone and then yank them back towards me, spit in their faces, twist and drop. maybe even twist and shout. i just realized summer is fucking over. shit. i don't think the idea of summer that i have in spring months even exists anymore. i'm always waiting for it. it never comes. then ( Read more... )

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

the remainder of my days will be spent attempting to find the In Loving Memory / split cassette w/Black Market Fetus.

love's fucked

i've become an onlooker ( Read more... )

it smelled like formaldehyde on the plane. i thought to myself, maybe there is a 7th grade science teacher somewhere aboard; probably not. i lost an earring. i didn't even search for it. it was stolen anyway. back to abyss it came from. i left a $2 tip for a cup of coffee i bought this morning. i never leave tips in those jars. i followed the signs ( Read more... )