Let's make meat of it. Skin it, chop it off, eliminate the parts that we no longer need. A selfish feast for a seldom seen beast. We're fat free because we never eat the excess, only what satisfies. It's a craving that I find quite insatiable. Where satisfaction is not determined as usual by a feeling of fullness, but a feeling of accuracy. The ( Read more... )

the first day of this year i wrote this...

"where it itches.

there stands 2008, a fat man with sweaty orifices staring down at me, cigarette in pursed lips. hovering over me like the remembrance of hastily made decisions of the past. he speaks to me roughly, but i do not understand what he's saying. he speaks futures. i gain control for a moment, ( Read more... )

this is my stance on my life at this point, written in a way that i haven't written for so long. nobody ever questions me, but if you don't get it and you'd like to. talk to me. i'm not one to jump on mindless banter about myself. i write it. and if you want to know something you're much better off asking me. because i don't just come out and say ( Read more... )

i've got sticky fingers. i'm clinging to whatever i grab, pretending it sticks by accident.

i don't know what i'm doing.
i don't know where i'm going.
i don't know how i feel.
i don't know so many things.

but what i'm sure of, i am very sure of.

why don't you just spit on my face with your bitter black blood dripping carelessly down your chin and chest? doesn't sucking the cocks of bigger badder bastards make your taste buds curl ( Read more... )

bittersweet trainwreck. you have come calmly and collected rapidly inside me. filling my brain with burn victims. filling my face with vivid images of my essence being torn from my body. i've stood by and taken this in, taken grains of salt for every fault and false sense of accomplishment ( Read more... )

six.

one. you watched hesitantly as i stared deep into everything i hope you don't turn into. i could see your reaction to my reaction and it made me sick to my stomach. it made my hands sweat. my hands never sweat. i've tormented myself with the idea of how lost you must be and done everything in my power to try to imagine what that feels like. i ( Read more... )

there stands 2008, a fat man with sweaty orifices staring down at me, cigarette in pursed lips. hovering over me like the remembrance of hastily made decisions of the past. he speaks to me roughly, but i do not understand what he's saying. he speaks futures. i gain control for a moment, breathing deeply through my nose. i cannot feel the cold air ( Read more... )

i keep thinking of the words you said.

and you got that girl.
but you lost that girl.

there is a girl i know who sets her soul aside to watch herself wither. she dances on fire and plays in hot coals, willingly taking burns, showing no signs of weakness. her dexterity is an unconscious effort. she masterfully handles herself and her hands are controlled. her demeanor is unmeasurable as she collides with your body ( Read more... )