the beast comes from the east with the silverbacked silverdollar in the palm of his hand and the extra eye burning bright brilliant light from the backs of his hands. i can't breathe, i can't breathe, please, let me up ( Read more... )

americans love hats.

yes, i am a "druggie."

i'm really lonely.

and that's all there is to it.

i want to do a dirty crossword puzzle. or make one. full of sexual puns and slang. this is the best idea i've had all year.

then i wanted to be a poet, but i didn't have the time ( Read more... )

it's easier than it looks, you just have to conduct electricity.

i am the worst at what i do best. i love you for what i am not, i do not want what i have got.

"He's naturally well-endowed, just look at Posh's lips and the size of her mouth. She can't sing 'diddly squat' now because David busted her throat open... nice ( Read more... )

i can never leave well enough alone. i refuse to substitute fine enough for best. i'll risk all four walls and the planets' strings just for a peek at the nape of your neck ( Read more... )

some of the best descriptions i've ever read were penned by someone trying to describe music to an unlistened reader. maybe it's in the act of taking something abstract and making it concrete so it can become abstract again, but it brings about wonderful strings of words.

'desperate optimism.'

perfect.

i want to listen to loud punk music and smear blood and sweat and mascara across slick skin. bony elbows, even if it's cold outside, the gathered energy of twisting body heat. i was never good with verbs. it sounds like sex, but it's a religious experience, but it's a holy satire, but it's the clamor of steel on bone ( Read more... )