I was not made a volatile person. And my arms extend only to keep me safe. The ratio of good to evil is far from overwhelming and the hot items we fight for are not what you seem to think. I'm pointless in beginning an explanation. I no longer want to seams of frail bones to bother me anymore than they do you. We were meant to fashion modeled doors ( Read more... )

and we are at fault knowing the single moments are no longer singular. but the plural ( Read more... )

brisk patterns that tame thin lines ( Read more... )

a compass that eats the southern hemisphere.
and a heart that basically melts.
i can't hold my tongue.
and i can't rule all.

a toast to misery.
and a toast to seduction.
a toast to forgettting.
and a toast to fucking.

my toast to the bloodline.
my toast to the crying.
my toast to the curdling.
my toast to the crowd of sins.

i toast to myself
for i am all of these
verdicts of destroying
beautiful things that please

remember. anticipate. disaster ( Read more... )

lets pretend. this never happened.

and lets make. this righteous.

valentine's day.

deserves this bullet.

to the head.

so we can all see red.

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She brings. my smiles ( Read more... )

Like whoa.

Total whoa-ness.

I forgot I owned this part of space.