If you can picture a small boy in love with Batman, or at least his Hasbro products, tying blue towels around his neck, pouncing on his unsuspecting sisters, then you can picture me growing up in St. Louis, a boy too picky to eat anything, really, I had never tried broccoli before the age of eight. If you can picture that face of disgust I wore, ( Read more... )

You get up there, in a city with 8 million people, and noone gives a SHIT about you ( Read more... )

I'm worried sick ( Read more... )

For the death of a friend I wish I'd known ( Read more... )

if i was crying
on the phone, with my friend
it was for outcries,
it was for clenched jaws,
it was for freedom from myself and the trees magnificent.
oh, oblivious i was!
the searing joy, oh.

Hey there, little sexy pig, you mated with a man
and now you got a little kid with hooves instead of hands
for sure.

Brutal. As if you can climb up unto a moral ledge and point down to the rest, hollering the age-old "brute!" used to justify war. You know no thing ( Read more... )

Pablo P., did you speak this Chinese?

these breezie daies, these thumping cloud daies,
all you trees don’t look so hot to me no more
you used to explode and
now youre blasted and cracked what
would god say to that if you told
him what happened to me
where did you go o angels
youre looking like airplanes

don’t think you can hide
you dark seamy people
the rain isn’t there for ( Read more... )

get up. get off of the floor. get the FUCK UP, you slob, get up.
force yourself to look outside.
see, everything looks much nicer in the rain!