Many ways to die and never realize it, or a play by play of a melodramatic romantic
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
fuck this fucking house,
the house has reached its peak(and it was so fucking minimal at best)
and it needs to be over.
yea, taking it all for granted,
but fuck it
and i love people and friends
but this all has reached such a low
I feel like i'm just going crazy
is it my fault, or this goddamn house's ?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Hiding dirt under my fingers,
a house is not a promise, or a trap
it is you, and it is your heart
the space you make can be fine
why we don't see the fires
radiate; you breath again
Make shift mirrors, the dreams
make your mouth move some lies
forget the tunes and times
Thursday, April 09, 2009
I skewered the snake with a mongoose-like pose, I felt so unreal in front of my friends.
So now, you're in the closet, and I'm on that hook-- a cattle production, nine divided by ten.
The grass in your wallet, the sand on your chest, a virgin-like memory.
I can't fade, or I can't be held.
Reactionary seeds, and words of stone and salt. Anchoring a ship away from its sails.
Living a mule, burning inside of the moss. Becoming a cousin to a foreign widow.
This is how we survive, this is the means we have to breath.
We take turns in the oven, we make love to the mirrors.
The society cranks and turns, and our eyes roll inside of our skulls.