you never want to call someone a liar
when their hands are pressing into the small of your back.
someone taught me a long time ago, how
the truth can hide between kisses and
mixed saliva, so much easier
than it can escape your deceitful mouth.
and you never want to cry because
the tears trudge down the same plane his face
once laid against. they slide between breasts,
onto nipples. some faint memory of his tongue.
wet against soft places all the times
you wanted to forget how to think.
no one's fingerprints can levee
all the hurricane-people-storms you are
below hotel, sunshine state sheets
all those atomic explosions you meet.
I found my gods in a city and left them
for fake tits and false speed limits.
fuuuuu
this necklace is fucking gold. I wear it so much. So glad I noticed it walking out of goodwill. It's worth way more than the $3 I paid for it. now I just want a big long gold chain necklace. boo money and things that I don't actually need.
In case you guys haven't noticed, I'm trying to blog now. I've noticed that just results in making myself look like a tool. Oh well! It's something to do.
I am getting worried about summertime. There isn't anywhere to live.
Dai Sijie, Luo knows how confusing how feelings can be--tell me she won't run away.
I ate these yesterday. They were delightfully difficult to consume, but I enjoyed it.
also, dealbreakers.
man,
she looks like she's going to stretch the edges of her shirts,
screaming, snarling.
yelling expletives in directions we can't see.
unfortunately, it makes little difference.
the world began to shake long before she started stomping.
and who's to say she wails for or against it?
you can't dance with the ground unless
you're hurtling toward it.
screaming, snarling.
yelling expletives in directions we can't see.
unfortunately, it makes little difference.
the world began to shake long before she started stomping.
and who's to say she wails for or against it?
you can't dance with the ground unless
you're hurtling toward it.
via modevogue on flickr.
sasha pivovarova = the only model I stalk. she's so damn fun and disturbed looking.
in other news, I am busy missing these guys:
and scamming pasta salad off of work, etc.
this is verdi
Does anyone remember Verdi?
Well, it was about a boa constrictor who was afraid to get older, turn green, and lose his stripes.
I am finally content. I still do not understand why I am so averse to detachment. Everything is more mediocre, but at least I can relax.
