egg shells are so unnecessary in matters of sex-induced friendship.

what. the. fuck.

so, just got home from work and my mom was watching television. I hear talk of an interview of a man who had video footage of aliens. Thinking it to be a commercial, i brush it off. However, lasting longer than your average commercial break I rushed to the television. Fox News was reporting this. The video wouldn't be shown, as the filmer of the ( Read more... )

"between me & what you made of me"

i'm still patiently waiting for the 'you' to be meaningless and me.

I'm interested in setting up for sleep with others ( Read more... )

festival bruise count:

34.

darwin-- wherein lies the evolutionary benefit of emotions?

what am i doing with myself? oi.

evenings are eternally stolen by fermentation and foregoing revelry.

mornings, clasped courageously by simply strummed strings of another's little wings. awesome!

i should hope we make it out alive, mon frere.

the imp which guides the hand to its undoing

--of button & blouse--
it laughs at the unkept seconds of
plastic-wrapped wooing so known by body's tremors.

It laughs as body laughs,
and I laugh the loudest.

these days are numbered numbly, with a finger pointing dumbly at tomorrow's grey dew sky.

mm.

swamp monsters and seagulls save the best for last.

i'm so ready to embrace, indulge, engulf myself endangered in anger at the prolonged passage of time.

ugh, fucking be may already.