( of the gods )

dear morning,
the pancakes were delicious.

i've got five bottles of wine in a pillow case and enough seeds to start a garden.

post anything you want, but post it anonymously.
a story, a photo, a love, a hate, a secret; anything.

hell sometimes you just want to get in your jammies and read bret easton ellis with the window open even though there's no screen and there's a wasp nest right up there against the roof so you'll probably be dead from sting bites by morning. and sometimes it's nice to have your sheets all in knots because you've been writing in an old journal all ( Read more... )

i know your body.

i'm not breathing right and i'm waking up everything couple of minutes because even at at 3am it's hot and my hair is sticking to my neck. where are all the sheets. when did i open that window i don't remember. i can't tell now whether it's fireworks or thunder.

it's quite a romantic notion but you really won't die without me.

spread out in the den trying to do the splits singing all things go all things go

i took a thin handkerchief and four broken strings of rosary beads.