Smile a little white lie a little time goes by and I have to inject the smack into the veins in my eyelids because all the ones in my cock have collapsed.

Poetic

Pathetic.

Its been awhile since I’ve seen you, or at least since you have seen me. I’m always there, watching, waiting, breathing heavily out of time with the music playing from your ( Read more... )

Here I sit, deep in the shit stained bowels of hell. Arms tied down with leather straps across my chest like a Texas murderer. Eyelids pried open Clockwork Orange style to view endless reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. Evil midgets in bondage gear poke me with the plastic cafeteria forks of hell. I struggle to free my right hand. I loosen the ( Read more... )

This the good life. Like when a kid comes home from school to find that her beloved pet golden retriever has jumped the fence and hung itself with its own lead ( Read more... )

I am so confused. I struggle through life. My sperm has been killed from standing too close to the microwave, my poorly made Swedish furniture is splintering underneath my intense earthquake of thoughts rushing out like Jackie Chan at a stamp collecting convention.

I spent a week chained to the radiator thoughts of you only to find you getting ( Read more... )

Why do I even need to work, so I can buy more stuff? I don’t want stuff, I gotta work a seventy hour week so hat I can buy the big screen TV, the mansion on the hill, fuck I just want a glass of cordial and a bowl of cereal ( Read more... )

Insects crawl all over my feet and legs. Mosquitoes come and suck my blood, they fly away and fall down, drunk. Cockroaches come and crawl in my hair. They crawl into my ears and bury themselves deep. They lay their eggs in my brain, like a melody that’s keeping me from sleep, like your laugh ( Read more... )

From where I stand I can see myself in the faces of a thousand others. Despite what television commercials and glossy magazines would have us believe, we are all the same. There is nothing you can do to change that fact, and no $120 t-shirt that was hand ripped by the illustrious fashion designers in some European company so that no two are exactly ( Read more... )

I went to a party last night. Everybody was celebrating and being best friends. I met a girl, I said to her ( Read more... )

I crave your comments like a cancer patient craves a cigarette so bad he smokes through the hole in his throat ( Read more... )

I walk down to the shore. A life of low roads. This half life. I exist only in the spaces in between. Where the kids chalk the side walks and the blood of Christ is bought and delivered to your door on Christmas day for as little as 2.95 week ( Read more... )