"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY REAL OR FICTIONAL memory of you and me ( Read more... )

i left her in frisco and burried my face in the dirt two inches from a condom stabbed on a tree by a hypodermic needle. here we go again. This one has a leather jacket on with little silver studs on his high back. Portland here is rainy and the cops come to tell us we are all trespassing. I bought spray paint and made stencils from doughnut boxes, ( Read more... )

this is wonderful. The fucking universe provides. travel. nomads, scorpios and leos, those virgos. they sting me more than all the others. they have that certain touch. Turtle power. I loved train hopping. I like jumping on it and i love the smell of my armpits and crusty crusty kids. Characters dressed like in black and their black rag around ( Read more... )

i just can't understand why a person wants to take me to a barter festival and trade sheets of acid for random shit.

That's right. my hair is growing out and fabric drapes over me. I have been running the steady current with crazy nomads and hitch hikers. In a few weeks i will have a nice job up in the moutians with the weeds and mushrooms. I haven't had the need to settle down or do anything with myself and all these beautiful kind people just want to take me in ( Read more... )

We fall into love
Wind kisses forehead
Far whispers smile
late night reminder
dream sincerly
come and see me

________________

Come my sweet, be king of dream with me.
You would love the little butterflies.
The forests so nice to read in.

Whenever a young man with cute asymmertic pieces and parts skin stitched together wander on past me i always think to myself, "why, with all ambition won't they let me live at their house?" they blink, toss their hair to the side of their face, and never mess rhythm of their mechanical floopy legged stroll. I never really moved my lips or try to ( Read more... )

kissing knees, touching the back of your neck and running my fingers through the thick shore of hair. Hands in pants ( Read more... )

When i become rich, i will live with artist gamers, we will draw and game...life will be glorious. Evil perfume girls not allowed. Pew.

( Read more... )