third day on a notepad at workmy apologies: I was not designed orthird day on a notepad at work
designed for you and your hovering over my face
[paralyzed forming memories to deny the
next morning you taste like
vomit, you taste like vomit you taste like] and I vomit in my throat like a
two-time victim, is that what you're into
these days? something a bit more helpless? and then
the running that you expect
back to you, no thank you sir, I will
eat you alive before you can try
again [touch me again,
your fingerprints will be all] over my dead body. sir, I will have to eat you alive.
tuesday morningtuesday morning encounters his mass in the kitchen, two cups of coffee, golf season has ended, and there is no movement without notice. “If I found out my son was a faggot, I’d beat the shit out of him too.”tuesday morning
(hotel balcony railing jars my frame to attention,
it is raining and I can hear a car alarm
somewhere before the ears go)
your daughters have gone to school ill and your wife has gone to work hung over and I have gone nowhere, I have been here since the day I was born in this house, within your sight and yet I have been here
so much lon
all overalls and bruisesI tell myself, this is a photo album.all overalls and bruises
I tell myself again.
these are the memories I am supposed to have. everyone smiles, you in long sleeves, posed in front of a worn-down cabin in front of a barn next to each other and we look at peace.
I wish I could agree. all of my photos of you, the blue-eyed belle on the zipline barrel racing and sitting in front of the first aid cabin.
how am I expected to shake it? night after night after night, you remain the black haired baby, all overalls and bruises,
winterferien Xmy bones are not of glassi do not believe in painting elephants magnolia. i do not believe in that or in the hairs on your stomach, only inmy bones are not of glass
the one word
you will never find in the dictionary. that word is not a misprint, it is a fingerprint, or the split-second difference of winter dreams.
so go ahead and shriek, beloved; shatter your sobriety against the concrete and if that is not enough, then steal staples and lipstick but please hold the pale butterfly safe and steal nothing more precious
for you understand as well as i the heartache of tha
Warmth
Did I fall, or was I pushed?
I wish my WiiFits were working though, bah! D: I got a cold... in the middle of summer HAHA! And I got a really really bad sunburn yesterday because I played in the Brimley and Sault parades *lols*
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accord shapes in air, go press that dissonance if you dare
You're mah fave!
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Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
--Mark Twain
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accord shapes in air, go press that dissonance if you dare
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Ich Sehe Alles und Alles ist Gerade Dabi Laut Aufzuschreien.
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WHY! DID YOU LEAVE THE KEYS! UPON THE TABLE!
welcome to DA!
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