I would rather be a pole than a whip or a tool.

overhead, they froom. rolling tongue. rolling desire.
still capturing me.
love, happiness, wanting.
humid sky, desperate, ly and forget, forget.
apathy.

_____

love.

look at the legs on that one.

exactly twelve hours ago, i was sitting in precisley the same location. butt propped on inner left foot, left knee bent, right foot on swively chair ( Read more... )

nightly obsession ( Read more... )

we talked about realism: the boy shoots his fathers horse which falls to its death with the father behind it, down a cliff. and then his commander says, good god ( Read more... )

real-ize ( Read more... )

the rain is sooo nice. mmm mmm. i feel like i am stuck inside of a soap opera. mmmm mmmm mmm. or perhaps just a campbells soup commercial..mmmmmmmmmm.
upturned, backwards communication. rapid disgust.

i forgot the origional point between the 'saids' and 'thoughts'

to conclude the surface ramble, i played chase with my cat twice today.

hands in pockets and bent shoulders to chase a gaunt, thin-drawn face ( Read more... )

i looked and there were the flashing bulbs
and behind them the sound communication

realize, that i no longer need you to help me see the beauty in the world
i no longer rely on you for that much
and that was the base of my longing.