it creeps through the roots to the trunk to the branches the leaves fall effortlessly to the ground sporadically ( Read more... )

reclusive destructive abusive is what we are, little miss. the day the thread unravels, I have you.

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and now i'm not sure. i don't really know what i'm so unsure about. i enjoy the days but the nights i feel lonely. cement walls and popcorn ceiling, this dormitory reeks of sweat and alcohol. voices trailing from down the hall, "HEY, I HAVE AN IDEA!! CLIMB IN THE DUMPSTER AND I'LL ROLL YOU DOWN THE STAIRS ( Read more... )

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with beer stained brains
the suits play games
in the bar car
of the five-ten train

billy boy counts out nicknames?

in passing my heart flung out flung out right out of my mouth right there you were the scenario was on repeat in my brain too bad i hit stop eight months ago thanks for jogging my memory i suppose you never left in the first place your lips were painted pink and i asked you, so this is the way you are now? through bits of heart and fragmented ( Read more... )

mimosas at the baby shower!! a lovely day with the boys. a nice afternoon drunken breakdown as well. LIFE, November 1963, Kennedy's Dead. a beautiful Gustav Klimt print.