The broken florescent light cast sighing smiles at the red primer sides of the 88 pickup. Three sets of legs formed rows of human harvest- skin that could be held, had, and harassed. Four legs twisted wildly like ivory vines demanding cohesiveness and demanding caress. The other set sagged apathetically in the corner as folded second day laundry ( Read more... )

all this time and so much to report, although, nothing has changed that much. nothing ever does.

every morning, when i wake up, i say a little prayer and i put on my makeup.

it is basically crap, but it conforms to the teacher's expectations. I guess that is all that matters. i will keep telling myself that is all that matters.

i am beginning to recognize the culture's obsession with stimulants. oh you don't say? yeah, coffee and cigarretts= excitement over boredom. the law of instant returns has destroyed my adiniscene cycles. no wonder i am so moody.

i have already screwed my maternal self and now i want to kill my paternal self. how is that for freudian and reactionary?

i am in the parental's home in CO. I can't talk about myself anymore. Do i know myself? Does anyone? Question marks remind me of a hangman's nouse ( Read more... )

x-mas time is here and all i want is a night of uninterrupted sleep. perhaps my mind can slow down its whirl for eight hours? i would be content with seven.

why is the world so confusing? this isn't lsd. this is sober melancholy ( Read more... )

the local literary magazine (the siren)'s senior fiction editor is....me. take that all you contrived motherfuckers who criticized my work with your trite ignorance. this is the most childish victory i have felt in a while, and consequentially, the most rewarding ( Read more... )