The bass is pumping.
You can feel it in your marrow, in your bones.
And in your libido.

And he's beckoning you with smirking glance.
He's sizing you up from across a smokey and strobing and crowded dive.
Your blood is surging and you know you're alive.

It's the first steps in those brand fucking new Stilettos.
And, baby, those things weren't cheap.
You ( Read more... )

I'm a second class citizen.
Is that it?
Fucking second hand smoke.
So that's how you see it, eh?
So this is how it goes.

I'm nice and I'm polite.
Therefore I must be a doormat.
I try to make people happy.
Therefore I must not have feelings of my own.

FUCK
that noise.

I may be a mother but I am not your au pair.
Treating me like the fucking hired help.
"Oh, ( Read more... )

Le garçon qui éjaculé en retard

Je l’ai aime.

Je l’ai aime.

Je n'ai pas soigné.

Il était mon garçon.

Mon garçon qui fleurirait dans un homme.

Prendre ma virginité.

Et éjaculer en retard.

Je ne soigne pas.

Je ne soigne pas.

Il grandira dans ces souliers.

Il sera bel un jour.

Arrêter votre pleurer,garçon.

Vous êtes mieux que cela ( Read more... )

[This is a new form of fiction. Enjoy.]

Dear Mark::

I’m writing this to you because I’m far too much of a pussy to tell you these things in person, or even over the phone. You always find a way to express your rolling eyes and pitying glances over the telephone, though I’m still not quite sure -even after two years of knowing you and six months of ( Read more... )

I hope you party hard.

Your children will starve while you suck on that cigarette.
Your family will fade as you inhale that intoxicant.

Propoganda fetish.
I'll laugh when you say it; just remember I called it.

I'm cold, but you're colder.
And on the inside, too.
My skin might bump but your heart never does.

There's a scandal going down.
There's a sweater to ( Read more... )

Well he said it out loud and don't I feel stupid.

Silly me, thinking I'd capture his attention through a silly little monologue.
Perhaps, for a moment, I thought that I had.
How about for a whole week.

But then...
He spoke, and complained of certain monologues being too personal.

"I didn't want you," he said.
"I wanted a character."

And while it wasn't ( Read more... )

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Kayla made me a necklace.
I showered with it on.
The words have all peeled off.
I am very sad.

I drank your words.
Strong. Sweet.
Like coffee at midnight or maybe a little later.

I ate your thoughts.
Satirical. Witty.
Too good to be wasted on giggling girls like me.

And you spread my thighs.
But only in my dreams.
And, most likely, your night mares.

"Don't get ( Read more... )

Step into this wet cement and leave your mark on time.
This century needs more people like you.
People with brains they aren't afraid to use.
People with artistic interests.

They tell you you're too abstract.
Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Attention, stupid cunts and ignorant pricks::
I hope you go drink bleach.
I hope someone carves out your frontal ( Read more... )

"You're so creative
With your reviews
Of what other people do.
How satisfying
That must be
For you."

David Bazan = Wonderful.

I hate the way my dishwasher smells when it's drying the dishes.
It's...much like a plastic stench.
It makes me want to light a candle...
In fact, I think I will.

Incense.
Much better.

Watching the Jamie Kennedy experiment I am reminded ( Read more... )