Monday, August 30, 2010
In the mouth
If there is one best way to test hearts it is in the mouth unless it is obvious. Has it been that way for you in quit a while? I have. Then count the breaths until to fuck. These two torsos are unfulfilled. These two stories hold unceasingly. It was as thick like blood and jewels at its peak was stepping down over them at your instruction. Today i am going to be alone. Today I am going to be alone. Today I am going to be alone. With a palm to your spine luster I can still do that from here. No, to you. Or without my hand.
my new broken .03
my pencils fuckin broken
sweet heart
I will drive you to the bus stop
blend
the best thing just discovered
pouring a dollop of scotch right into the pot of amateur witch
mint
rose
tulsi
chamomile
smoke the mugwort
legs crossed
elasticity in readiness
not rediness, which it is
I got my name from
so aimless
I don't go in the water by myself
this year
because of my pencil broken
one and the other
now you're a philosopher
and you can re-define words like entropy or
what does the window washer become when it looks into the mirror
mechanical
I drink by myself
tender nudity
with only a couple sheets written out
I would rather fuck
would that change everything
.03
thank you for throwing me some scraps
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