jeudi 26 mars 2009


I heard a skull crunch, and I sneezed blood across the coffee table.

mercredi 18 mars 2009

It rained today and I didn't have your umbrella.

samedi 7 mars 2009

and you think of your new bright doll
and I chew on those words
and I chew on your doll
I need the time to realize what I really want to eat in the morning without deciding to go hungry; sitting on my bed hunching my shoulders and deciding whether your snow is really what's missing. Condolences nowadays have been purely financial or meaningless. I'm afraid of using a foreign tongue towards the city and another towards you. I yelled "Fuck!" tonight when I sat in my car because that's how I've been taking everything. I'm dirtying my mind and all I want to do is wake up with the detumescence of my mouth magically synchronically achieved and clean skin.