Jun 24, 2004 09:03
He is razorblade thin,
A type that is poetically hot,
They call him the sadomasochistic dream,
You touch him to be cut,
Slice slice,
The silent man warms you with your blood,
His ribs are numbered one, two, three,
And glows mad ivory,
And his cheeks are hollow as dead things become,
When he is nice, he talks of fragile beauty,
Then touches you like an aged face,
Cutting you up neatly, row by row, column by column,
With a razorblade touch,
But only when he is nice, only when he is nice.
Congratulations Class of 2004. Hope everyone has a wonderful summer. I'm leaving July 7 for China and I'll return fully on July 31 after a short two day Summer Orientation at UVa July 29-30. Needless to say, I will miss you all very much. And if you know my fear of airplanes, this feels like my last goodbye. So, if no more entries are written, you know I died.