Hello, this is the CBOLJ speaking ( Read more... )

Ask and ye shall receive. After a good solid year of the Frankie project, I have been prompted to make some early moring judgements on it's progress. When initiated, we were quite aware of the dangers of giving over a good deal of our thought-space to an essentially "wicked", and I use the term loosely, Identity. We felt the dangers were worthwhile ( Read more... )

Picking scabs out of my right nostril. Sitting alone in the dark. Writing in a dead man's journal.

fuck this noise, yo.

And maybe I'll go to Paris ( Read more... )

I could drown you in a torrent of my tears, but that wouldn't be right.
Maybe we should just watch the stars, and pretend it's alright.
HBecause tomorrow the sun will rise, and there'll be no more night.
Maybe we should just watch the stars, and make it through the light.

Don't you know by now ( Read more... )

You get that tightness under your left breast where the worm sits wrapped around your heart like the demonbeast it is, it has been, the way it's lodged in there like some dark dragon guarding the world from the fires inside. But tonight the worm is cold, and constricted. Fear finds easy root in such lush soil, pressed upwards agianst your ribcage ( Read more... )

Fuck you, my sweet pet. Fuck you for being so beautiful ( Read more... )

Six months ago I didn't know fear ( Read more... )

Once again I return from my sojourn in the desert, made stronger and harder by the burning flames of the man and the hot hot sand and the tears and the beers and even all the fucking queers running around with their dicks hanging out painted silver and gold with green sparkles and black leather cockrings. I am inspired, fulfilled, an essential ( Read more... )