When You Pull the Petals From the Flower...I concluded a while ago that the actual progression of love is similar to pulling the petals off the flower. Once there is nothing left but the stem, you figure out whether she loves you or she loves you not.
She loves me.
With a Scent of CrawfishNakedly Clothed with a Scent of CrawfishWith a Scent of Crawfish
Stupid birds fly with wings made of toilet paper. Considered a delicacy in the lands west of Sparta, they are hunted relentlessly in order to clean the asses of conquerors. The zebra hordes from the ragged planets of the east were becoming a threat that troubled the aging Justice League. With their inferior pornography, they would surely have their cake and eat it in no time. In a bizarre sperm bank robbery, zombies felt emotions like pity and lust, and embraced aberrating hearts under a hail of sleet and dead artillery shells, post-apocalyptic Stalingrad. The gates opened, and a small Jap
Love, Sex, LoveThere wasn’t much light coming into the room, just a few stray shafts that snuck in and penetrated the darkness through the cracks in the bathroom door. She liked to have some lights on when we fucked, but the hospital fluorescents on the ceiling gave me a migraine. I don’t think she liked them much either, so we created an artificial twilight from the bulb in the bathroom. It gave me just enough light to see her curves, still adolescent in development but undeniably attractive, when I was on top of her. I had a weird tendency to bury my face in the pillows when I was on top, not because I didn’t want to see her, but because I felt a need toLove, Sex, Love
Observations on the MoonI expected the night air to strike my face like the palm of a hand as I burst out the back door that evening. Instead, it embraced me, some sixty degrees of comfort between the door and my destination. I stuck to the shadows, a completely unnecessary but somehow soothing process for me. I never liked seeing people I knew after being locked inside all day; when I get out of my cage I pretend the world is large enough to swallow me whole, just another soul to be devoured by its starved maw. Instead, two people, a man and a woman, were skipping through the night air, paying no attention to the curvature of the roads and instead carving their ownObservations on the Moon
Engine for the ParasitesGod’s middle finger is a stalactite on the astral plane. He does not know you. He does not wish to know you. You kneel, and He raises the piece of majestic, dilapidated rock like a banner from Heaven. Deal with it, He says, you have it easy.Engine for the Parasites
The bed felt soft and comfortable against my back at first, but soon became prickly, like laying on a floor of woodchips. The woodchips became ants, biting and stinging my back until it was red, bruised and bleeding. The blood was everywhere, pooling up an inch at a time, flowing like it was loosed from behind a dam in my spine. The swarm of insects pooled up in my mouth, m
25 - 4 - 2007City lights blare across deserted streets25 - 4 - 2007
They hear the heart b e a t of music, flat
and distilled on five a.m. air
Inside thin asbestos w a l l s one mans junk becomes a mother's need sewn tight against channels of dark
Pioneering the PointeYou in your leotard, the silky stretch of stockings against skin, and how your face palesPioneering the Pointe
with concentration - the eyes cloud in that one moment, where gravity fails the balls of your feet.
You as the Swan, a black stripe channelling your forehead and knitting intricate webs. Your feet are the rhythm, I cannot hear, but I feel the hum in the cave of my chest.
a love well fought for.I took the liberty well fought for wrenched it from your closed arms and felt that cold slight touch of being held, in that barest way. A love well fought for, hunted, chased, and caught howling in a chickenwire cage.a love well fought for.
I am not heartbroken, I have never really been -
the worst days of my life are sprinkled liberally, literally with sunshine and I am never really alone. I have scribbled pictures of you at night no relation to your faces or your bodies, your habits and addictions. I am of the belief that change is adding on and I th
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