+ my borther posted this on Facebook and I laughed the hardest.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
awaiting sypmtoms
i had placed the scence in your bed.
i imagined myself underneath you-
everything was still except our bodies,
our shadows danced on the walls.
the cool sheets; soaked with whiskey and dreams.
take from me what you cannot give.
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i imagined myself underneath you-
everything was still except our bodies,
our shadows danced on the walls.
the cool sheets; soaked with whiskey and dreams.
take from me what you cannot give.
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Labels:
Body/Mind,
influences,
My Brain Flow,
Random,
Writting
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
the devil is really in the details.
its the taste of planned death
that i know all too well.
teach me your ways.
what was is that you want-
you only like me for my neck and throat.
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that i know all too well.
teach me your ways.
what was is that you want-
you only like me for my neck and throat.
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Labels:
bonita blurbs,
influences,
Thoughts,
words,
Writting
come midnight -
i am the young and over sexed.
- the whispher during mass.
- the cake after sex.
i am the crack in your mothers back
and the notch in your bedpost.
i am the devils best flaw
- the moment before you sleep.
- the future in your morning coffee.
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- the whispher during mass.
- the cake after sex.
i am the crack in your mothers back
and the notch in your bedpost.
i am the devils best flaw
- the moment before you sleep.
- the future in your morning coffee.
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
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