it ebbs at the focus and stops dead cold at my broke below my chin like phlemy tendrils or muddy water droplets pooling as if i could stand it as if the pressure could not break my shatter my chew up and spit out my split my fat lip my a swift kick to my would be preferable. and i know the panic that gathers like twilight darkness and mosquitoes ( Read more... )

i took out half of what i could when i could and the rest i saved for when i needed it and i need it god i do. the last ounce piece iota of what i hoarded and scrimpt for i cannot find and cannot give to you though you want it. you can eat up another inhale another slurp up the rest that is hidden for me, but i give it freely and it is no longer ( Read more... )

i found what once we two had shared and tried to give it to you twice too late. you wouldn't take it, too. i've noticed that my instincts toward are a decent indicator of what i should avoid but i usually ignore them. knee-deep in black and wretching and surrounded by singular movements that could mean the end of this forced immobility; sucked down ( Read more... )

it takes a modicum of taste to injest what leaves his mouth to take it in injest and return it in the form of heat radiating from searing yellow nether regions that in the form of energy could illuminate all the red lights in the district for a fortnight. and you say all you mean to say but leave out the main points and you give all the directions ( Read more... )

soft and smokey and burbling coming out of the sea of putrescence coughing up sludge and smirking. i can't understand why a prick and a prick can make a girl feel so much better. i hope work does not fire me. it feels as if all the thin little feathery dusty webs i've created became heavy with dew and have split while my back was turned. i can feel ( Read more... )

i put my hand inside an enthusiastic bag of fuzz and retrieved nothing but splinters that would later be pulled out with my teeth. i have lost the only decent tweezer i've known along with my little sister on a quick plane out of town and i feel as if a swift kick in the shins could have been more uplifting. i am reverting to my dirty days when ( Read more... )

it is a wonder one who can be full of fear of ghosts and creepies at an age too old to be taken seriously. i hate to sleep alone when i am not by myself. i'd rather be by myself than sleep alone with someone else.

it is a million degrees and i have a popsicle in my tummy. and i am a good humor girl because nothing works out the way i planned, and this seems right to put me in a mood so fine, as brown sludge thoughts drip from my brow along with my sweat and run into my eyes which are rheumy with sicky sick *again ( Read more... )

if he lays a hand on her where it does not belong i will rip his tounge off with my toes.

everyone should probably see the movie Born into Brothels. i'm so upset right now and that is exactly what needs to happen to me and to everyone because what is going on now in the world is just not okay there is no excuse there is no justification. i want to rip it apart with teeth and nails. and i can't do enough.