let's play a game called "Caitlin, Go to Sleep".

howaboutit?

"the flesh covers the bone ( Read more... )

turns out, it is all about the hokey pokey.
at least for you.

not for me.
Jesus, my brain and my libido are not getting along lately!

ew. libido sounds like such a middle-aged term, doesn't it.
or old-aged...
libidolibidolibido.

Say over again, and yet once over again ( Read more... )

we won.
you won too.

wait and see.

just go away.
you upset me, make me second guess myself

you may be the reason it won't happen like it is supposed to.

please, please,
go away.

how do you grow up to be this person with no sense of responsibility?

i want to yell at you.
i want you to get it.
just get it.

who the fuck raised you?

nap nap mcnappersons.

my tummy is talking to me

great.

i want to lay in the grass tomorrow and feel everything.
and to smell the green smell

I haven't written anything real lately. It all gets lost in trying to conjure up the most eloquent phrase structure, in poetry-making. who gives? time to deal with some colloquial prose ( Read more... )