i feel like someone hit the pause button on my life, when all i want to do is hit fast forward.

she offers him unfinished sentences and stale coffee ( Read more... )

He shifts. Slowly. Ash gathers on the tip of his cigarette, holding unsteadily, just like this moment. Holding on for survival. The slightest breeze might knock us over, and i worry briefly that the for once we won't be able to crawl out from the ashes. There's a small black clock with impossibly large hands above his head. The fan above us, ( Read more... )

it's her whispers
they're incestious
they seep into the spaces in my brain
and start fires
i can't put out
with a hundred cold showers
a million
whispered prayers
[hushed confessions]

how many times may i be
forgiven

for the same sin?

i kind of like the smell
of wet pavement
and sometimes i'm inclined to think
streetlamps

are good lighting
for me

everythings industrialized
but i've realized
i'm not too bothered
because i've still got trees
and falling leaves
in my head
with the
spaceships
and dead friends
i'm still waiting
to bury

sometimes i like to get naked ( Read more... )

I should be more like you
and less like
them
I should be whatever image
fits
at that very second

or

caught up in waves of soft cotten
wrapped in silk and warmth

layers and layers

shapeless

[deformed]
beautiful?

It's okay to be unexpected
and sometimes overexposed

why not fit in the boxwhen everyone else ( Read more... )

Att audience -
do we have any gender benders?
belief suspenders?
cock sucking
clit licking
little boys
and little girls
OR
better yet
a bit of both?
do we have anyone who wants a good
fuck
both mental
and enviromental?
because barbie needs a buzzcut
and GI Joe looks better in pink
and my penis
is bigger
than most of the boys i fuck

you are strange and bruised
and
unlovely
so that when i touch you
there is a trading
of senses
for sanity

time is jumping
tripping

falling away from me

and the big hands caught
on the little hand
again