What if our bodies were translucent and all of our veins were windows where one could view the pulsating hemoglobin as it carried life upon its back. What if our skulls were the color of ice. Communication through dreams would inhibit the creation of all things detrimental to life, to the gathering of knowledge, and the incapacitated love for the ( Read more... )

sometimes you just have to kill something.
whether it's stepping on an insect, cutting up a human being and then eating the left over intestines, or metaphorically slicing up hearts, valves, ventricles. I wish i could kill humans still instead of metaphors.

one day i ended up in the woods ( Read more... )

one day she killed herself. there was blood on the floor. splattered brains on the wall. guitar strings wrapped around necks. phone cords tied around feet. my hair is the same color as blood. the exact same color. i wonder if that means i can kill people, or if i can heal people. i hope my ghost can come out of my body and talk to the people i love ( Read more... )

i brushed my retainers tonight for the first time in years ( Read more... )

May 25, 2006 ( Read more... )

i've stared into your eyes over a million times, relenquishing the glossy shine of renewing mucous membranes. i open my mouth and hands come out; hands writhing wildly as i gag on the taste of skin, drooling half digested words all over my technicolored dress which is starting to rip as hands emerge from the seams, from the hems, from the patterns ( Read more... )

i wonder if God has a chemical imbalance.
maybe that's why people are created with such an array of possibilities and traits.
deceit.
pride.
terror.
happiness.
elation.
coordination.
emulation.
desire.
hatred.
love.
care.
fidelity.
cruelty.
helpfulness.
selfishness.
deception.
deceit.
drive.
decapitation.
service.
friendship.

where does evolution in the human realm stop. when do rivers flow backwards, forwards, defying gravity while earnestly dispelling any stagnant bacteria infested scum-water? we evolve, we grow new appendages. we boycotted our vestigal organs as young creatures freshly emerged from dewey chrysalysis. we will grow spikes, destroying all nuclear ( Read more... )

it's not even about love. I thought it was about overcoming those primal instincts. The ones so true and biting, so freshly human you have to cry or bite off your fingerprints to make sure you're still a human being. Or is it really about getting lost in those feelings. Having them shroud around you , draped like wedding cake icing. Dig so deep ( Read more... )