Sunday, January 18, 2009

i've got a mind that screams fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you nanananananananananananana na

Saturday, January 17, 2009

nothing, no one, and too many rails

terrified, terrified we are nothing in daylight but illicit drug users, party bitches, the right crowd for the wrong in's.
turned away a priest for a bottle of gin, smoked for six days and did coke the seventh
fucking christ this is ridiculously overindulgent!
its braille formed with diamonds
a blind mans calloused hand brushing over with urgency while i sway in front of the same wall and pass my tongue over the hidden letters
or anything
always nothing
it doesnt matter that i can moan like no other when its right, even when the room is full and all the doors down the hall are still open. glasses half empty on the window-sill, a quarter full with day old flies, yet i'll still make a point to tell you that [i moan] before i tell my name. what a diluted sense of comfort i get from making direct passes at men i could never give a shit about

Thursday, January 1, 2009

a year for penance

hey, woke up this morning in a new year filled with the same bad habits as the one we put to rest
they added an extra second onto last year, something about the gravitational pull slowing and all the babies crying.