if i die i will disappear and i know where i'll come back.i'll be right up there in the tree,same color,same everything.i will look down on you.but you won't see me.

he stays up with me and we discuss things
most of the time he just listens
other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
it gets more depressing as time passes,because every night
i ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses

LOS MAGNIFICOS!

on your hardwood floors,sitting indian style,i feel like we're young again.grade school maybe,we'd mirror image each other like this,and be best friends.thumbing through the pages of that basquiat book,with wine in hand.you read a poem while i make my way to the bed.we laugh about the footprints on the wall,my belly warming as i think about making

recycledrobot: hey
thirdcoast fag: uhm its halloween
recycledrobot: i know
recycledrobot: i'm drunk
thirdcoast fag: i think i will be soon enough
recycledrobot: hot shit

mrog drinking BEERS?! yahhhhhhhhhhhhh

uh,YAH

campfires,grilled cheese,blowjobs,late night poetic hilarity,shirts about BOOKS,laughing my head off,bruises,kisses,harmonica playin',pigtails,mings,love.

and i played with a stick and an ant and that's all.except for just then i saw something very wonderful in the grass.and its name was two cherry lifesavers.HEY I LOVE THOSE GUYS!then i quick picked one up.and i blowed off the germs.and i put it right in my mouth.

"i once met a girl who rubbed on my nose
and played with my toes
her name was mrog"

i think i just threw up a little