CARPEDIEM. ????

May 17, 2005 09:56

[aka: how we document our frienship.]

there are
FUCKING TEETHMARKS
on my belly

MAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!

i will kill you.
------i mean, destroy you.

and minus:
flooded washing machines
wet van gogh prints
dirty floors and footprints
---minus:
-----------angered 'adult figures'
and late-night behavioural discussions
minus: failing and apathy and looking you not-quite-in-the-eye
i think maybe things are okay.
?
(???????????)
i think maybe WHITE NOISE and saltine crackers
maybe
red lights and wobbly beds
tofu and cigarettes
(were you smoking in my house!!!!!!)
no no. no. no nononono.......smoking? who ever heard of such a thing.
(i was not smoking in your house.
in your home. your home. your 7,000 dollars.
yes i know. yes i'm aware.)
nod and blink my eyes---im tired
nod and apologize
------when failure is not an option how can you expect me to question?
your authority
you-------lackof----authority?
they say; they say:
deception has always been your forte.
please, please tell me dear
do you love to feel
this dead inside?
[because i think i do. i do i do i do....?]

no. no. no. nononononononono
----------i'm really fucking tired.
and my skin is sticking to your couch. leather making leather-sounds and leather-smell as i dig my nails
in and out---and back in again
as i scratch the skin off
and from out beneathe
---------------my nails
my thighs--the upper half
[the latter] in the shower; white walls i can maybe
could maybe
had hoped to
------call my own.
--------------MY OWN.
[a place where i don't smoke.]

nothin.

i won't smoke nothin.

i mean:
who said anything about FINALS?

please, seize the fucking day.
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