Now, I made a liveJOURNAL with the pretense that I wouldn't write stereotypical things on it. But, as it goes, it seems that I have. This probably isn't any different ( Read more... )

Can anyone give me at least one good reason not to kill myself? I can't seem to think of one.

"The thought of suicide is a powerful solace: by means of it one gets through many a bad night"
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Words have never rung so true now.

I think this is the most beautiful love poem ever written. This is how I'm feeling right now. Some of you may know who it's for. Protip: It's not the girl I am currently wetting my dick with.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly ( Read more... )

I saw Tenney Nathanson read from his new book-length poem--the name of which escapes me now--and I wrote some reactionary verses about the experience. It was grand. This is the first moments-after verse.

says she feels heart beating in mouth to cunt.    which tight moist
from head to shaft a perfect bed like clarinet infested swamp breath,       eyes
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Photograph: Aftermath: The Wichita Falls, Texas, Tornado by Frank Gohlke

The Aftermath

there is a car--
no headlights to light
the way
home anymore,
forgotten beside
the road
its molded seats
where the children sat
on so many trips
across the Wichita Falls
barren skyline now
torn apart by rain.
piles of wood
that have returned
again from the earth
lay like ( Read more... )