the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn

I have worked out a solution wherein everything has gone horribly, horribly right. I spend most days being very content, and most nights (nights!) the same. I smoke six cigarettes a day. I no longer drink carbonated beverages. I am more concerned about making my girlfriend happy than myself. My parents are impressed; my peers are also impressed. I ( Read more... )

you're passed out here, in my room, right now, and i have the hiccups.

Impossible to stop staring, darling; you're striking, lying here next to me.
so i half-claim you.
half

fuck chicago.

I walked into my building and my drunk neighbor gave me a slice of pizza and i'm alone and everything is perfect.

Perfect.

pretty eyes, boy. large veins in his legs, twitch and twitchd little boy your eyes are slick and apologetic, pressed into limited service

darling boy manipulating the bedspread, she is cruel

This feeling ought to be retired. I can't call you anymore when i feel this way, because you wake up very early, and i need to put myself in bed.

some fucking lawnmower. It's our good season.

while you're doubled over realize I've forgotten the smell of grass
realize i'm elbows and knees, dry-heaving
unswelling;

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if it helps -and i honestly hope it does-
i still believe in legs, and i am about to believe in legs.

i call your etta james and raise you a sam cooke.

never too old kid. everything breaks.

I never got a pavement but i got an etta james. s'ok.

is black formal gown cut with flesh-color
funny

her lipstick for mine

i play well enough, i get lucky