Sunflower Sutra (ginsberg ( Read more... )

i don't know how long i can wait really wait for something more massive than helium to alight upon my eyelids and make them close with drowsy drunken dreaminess as sweet and lovely as purple satin grapes and chewy like cork. the edges of skin like warm wilting leaves under the gusty shading nightfalling darkening chilling causing them to stiffen ( Read more... )

as i look back over recent entries i've found you have made more of an impression on me than i thought. dammnit

ai kinder, today was a miss: missed class, missed responsibility, missed missed missed phone calls, cues, goals, boys, the postoffice being open, the indefatigable call of my alarm clock. why do i feel okay on the brink of inevitable destruction ( Read more... )

my finger graze what i cannot grasp *i want to*, my eyes land on thing my fingers will never touch *need to*, my body encompasses everything i see *wish to*, and i am fat and tired and not at all pleased with the work i've done *bleh*. so much more to do and yet no desire to move my massive behind off the chair it is probably bruising. i want to ( Read more... )

and you're gonna fix me, you do fix me, and you needn't do anything, with a kiss, and your soft questions *why?* that turn my eye into myself where the riddle echoes and riccochets off into the burrows where my thoughts live *why?why?why?* landing in an orifice somewhere between my knees and my lower jaw, and the things you say that make me lose ( Read more... )

itz like pan pipes floating in and burnt feathers wafting over and spots on the fuck-knows-where-it-came-from hit me over the head with the goddamnit it i thought i left you back in the darkness that spawned you i thought i lost you for good in the reeds of a single swear to myself i'd never let it happen to not this one not again not to fucking ( Read more... )

it is inconceivable how much snot the human head is capable of producing. help, i appear to be drowning in a sea of my own creation. i've run out of sudafed. the world appears vague and indistinct, obscured by brume of my defect. i need drugs.

i despise being patronized. i like waking up with people in my house. i miss my roommates. i like to work on the weekends. i want to be a rockstar and own a gym. or a record store. i want to be an actor and never have to audition. i despise vision correction. i love my sister but wish she didn't have a cell phone. it would be better if she would ( Read more... )

tomorrow we begin again; dwindle and diminish, and finally explode.