Went to Cincy today to see my P.O., Bo. Hahah. Rhymes ( Read more... )

And then, somebody makes you feel like you do exsist.

Phillip, you're like a warm muffin and milk. . . . . . . . Please tell me that makes sense.

Times like these I could wish without.

If you had just one more chance,

would you really change a thing?
I hope that smile breaks your jaw.
I mean, I didn't mean that.

My fingers break when they touch you.
I meant, it breaks me to touch you.

I could still stroke you raw,
Kitten,
Stroke you raw.

- - I need to refocus.

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I drove home drunk last night - - -

Somebody bitch slap me.

Getting in the shower, for I am sure I still reek (of roses, what else?) from my sweaty drive home in 2 mph traffic yesterday. I live for the days I notice places of me I never knew could sweat ( Read more... )

I want to shop and drink with Phillip Olympia all day Saturday. The end ( Read more... )

Now and then ( Read more... )

The new N.E.R.D. and Modest Mouse albums make me want to wet myself . . . . .whoops. Take out the aforementioned "want to".

All kidding aside, HOT DAMN, they rawk. Check 'em out.

Pieces and corners, even wide open spaces of this town can seem so small. Not so much geography, but environment. These people give me a heinous claustrophobia.

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