she reads the unbearable lightness of being and quotes passages that force my soul from their hiding place behind every pore to cry out 'kindred, thou art correct!' then she professes she reads my journal *and now i hers* and begs that i not change it *and now i her* for its audience. i respond 'how could i? if i could in any way configure *shape* ( Read more... )

disjointed: a pocket full of cars. returning to the familiar sensation *full mouth full hands* of panic * rolling rope down forehead log hill tight* i have no idea how i must seem to you. ridiculous.

alas golden gods have feet of clay and fingertips of wax that melt and drip onto my eyelashes and make my hands shake. 6 hr of tech and i'm a wreck, put me to bed. i'm fucking sick of chorus work, so, do i sign on again? is that how its gonna be? i have until tomorrow to figure out what this is all about ( Read more... )

i love those who choose crazy as a viable alternative to sanity. i cannot. that would be too much like my parents.

between the breasts ( Read more... )

and i was just thinking it would be easiest to hold your tongue between my teeth. and not let go. ever. okay?

and so my heart aches and accordingly breaks for those who are not loved but rather borne after a fashion of forebearance. will not touch or hold or kiss eyes as so many thirsty lids require, but rather pat the head or shake the hand or even peck the cheek *with reticence* howsoever sans the intoxicating intensity of enthusiastic ecstacy the ( Read more... )

evals today; joanie *surprise* was most helpful, of all those who so jealously guarded their real opinion of my intense suck-age, telling me my process *whole first, deetz later* is clear and to believe in it and follow it out. steph gave me tape and suggested i connect my arms to my center. don spent the first five minutes threatening my life and ( Read more... )

it is a lot harder to kiss you with the inside of my wrist than with the bottom of my fooot, and when i look you in and drink you up and i am left more sober than before i know i am done. with.

i would never call myself a writer and defame that great profession to which i owe enormous sums for books that cushioned that hard place between childhood and adolescence. aight fuck it my entire childhood. but nonetheless, i wrote this on the fridge: 'effective only under penalty of water and wood'. i also wrote: 'come and stroke my member' and ' ( Read more... )