I'm the motherfucker that's watching you from the street ( Read more... )

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   All melancholy moping aside, all neurotic navelgazing for naught forgotten for now, all mooning lunacies unwaxed, unwaned, unlit: when it came to the wheres and whyfors of my own affairs, I never seemed to care.  I traipsed through thoroughfares unawares, thick and thin, heedless of what all blaring nonsense meant, head hung and haunted by my ( Read more... )

   The part where he shot the florist juxtaposed with the part where he first kissed the girl.  Then the girl walking up the stairs towards his apartment and him closing the door with his back to her - fumbling with the keys, locking the door - her watching him, smiling, holding a brown paper sack filled with groceries.  Then he turns around and ( Read more... )

This is an open letter to the girl I love. When are you coming home? I fried up some beans and vegetables for us, there's a movie freshly downloaded that I know we both love. I washed the sheets on the bed and fluffed the pillows. I thought up five nice things to say to you today to make you feel better about yourself, and I thought up five ( Read more... )

You may not realise this, but all of you came from embers.  There used to be a terrible fire in here, you see.  A fire larger and hotter than you’ve ever seen.  There used to be a fire in here because, before even the fire, there used to be a lot of things, large and small, that would burn very easily if they were ever in the same place, at the ( Read more... )

Still all a-tremble because the cold is never far.

Lovely is the throatmeat when the pale fangs take a slice.

Lovely is the sunshine and lovely is the ice.

‘Cause

“We got ourselves a bleeder!!” the raspvoice was heard to say.

It’s yellowgold to umber, bathed in the light of day,

because I made myself defenceless in the deep dark fields of hay.

The seed ( Read more... )

I know I couldn’t have made it this far without you.  Any time I’ve been on the verge of disaster you’ve gestured or spoken a word not to make my problems disappear, but to show me how to solve them.  I came here full of my high hopes that buoyed me up into the clouds, and sunblind I exalted in my accomplishments.  But as the easing hand of gravity ( Read more... )

That’s why it was hard to know for sure.  Because she kept dropping her pencil and then bending over to pick it up, and I wondered whether she had butterfingers or if she was trying to entice me.  She didn’t seem like the sort.  A really honest smile when she’d look at me.  No duplicitousness there.  Not like me thinking that maybe she was, darkly ( Read more... )