May 2012
30 posts
Just something new- Mis
Batter it into my head again-
A tectonic romance with your reflections
With you, before,
when your self was wrapt in nonentities
I felt safer on dead time
than I do now
So hard to catch the clock
I held your breath in orange plastic
Perhaps in five years
you’ll seep out to meet me
Siva black in the coma chasm
a white brite subject suffering on a curb
and nothing to do but avoid the comparison
Keep...
Five
I could remember at once the violet skyscape, scraping the clouds that winced away in nebulous paranoia. Took us weeks to get parked, Anthea. The anther of the glowering antispite is strong, and they lend it to us on loan, you see.
I said I see it, but I feel nothing.
Glanced down on the holocaust below and batted both eyelids without a glimmer of moisture. Took them for weeks before the...
Abineject
I was on the internet. I remembered. I spoke, I said, I said I remembered. And that was the worst of it. So I open my eyes again and the spectrum lactates, gushing into my optic nerve, stinging it with saturated hue. My nostrils flared and a thin spittle of vomit, green, clung to my chin. I barely felt it. My insides were heaving, my oesophagus convulsed, my cerebellum shook. It’s dark, today, and...
A few shrunken acts of self-plagiarism for Quick...
F. no. 672 lite
I could taste the blood and smack, curdling in my deep throat. Gag on it, play on it. The other drug is my woman now. Come home with me, you look like your idol tonight. I scratched my pussy red raw and spent forever trying to work out if it was coming from the inside, too. It’s coming from inside the house.
To meet me on every level, every palindrome paradox I spell out must be...
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Will Smith’s father abandoned him and his mother when he was a child, and when Will was finally getting into show business and making a name for himself, he tried to sneak his way back into his life like nothing happened. Will...
“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via ceedling)
Swarm
Fly under my sheets
into my head
you make it quicker
you make me come closer
to you
reach inside
wings spread
and the light shone through
silhouetted veins in paper skin
I lick your mouth and take it in
there’s no place softer
than beneath
behind beside
the tip of your leg skims
quaking head
I go lower
limbs over and over
over
don’t leave my head
with this empty wound
your eyes multiply
as you...
F. no. 672
I could taste the blood and smack, curdling in my deep throat. Gag on it, play on it. The other woman is my woman now, I fucked her too. I’ll still fuck you, though. Come home with me, you look like your idol tonight. I scratched my pussy red raw and spent forever trying to work out if it was coming from the inside, too. It’s coming from inside the house. Disgusted by the company I keep,...
impostress-princess:
i want you to touch me. i want you to drill little holes through my cheeks, plant kisses for whiskers. i want to be a cat. i want six glasses of sangria, i want anal sex.
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