my feet reak a lot smell of B.O. and coffee showers are much fun

When I am stumbling through the darkness with my hands outstretched my eyes searching between open and closed I cut my hair. Hair has memory. it retains the thoughts it sprung from each dead cell a moment in our days. Those major events we carry with us, style for convenience. Jason and I broke up on Monday. I wonder if I should shave my head again. I don’t want to start new growth with this.

A held tongue creates an interesting life. I had a dream where you called and I apologized. You were a mystery and I was magick With breathful silence as the tone I felt a memory of being clearly wrong who stained my lips with glass to break and images to shatter defined by that decision and sound of Fall like some angels as all devils Earth is a dessert, less sweet than a present who fades to be an icon, a memory some forbidden stain of bloody words zombie emotions staggering for brains - mo...

I’m coming to the realization that dreams are more than paper, the world is more than plastic dichotomies who are all constructed so inadequately that they fail to block sound. Causing the appearances of Sometimes it’s easier to dream Through anger, sorrow, maize, emotion. To have vivid images of twice dead lands: THE Kingdom of Over And The United States of Never Happened a suffocated abortion thrown in a pool some amniotic sack of comfort Pressure equalized like water with no cord or chlori...

He’s looking for the fourth dimension. All I can say is: time moves like molasses and moves as slow as it is dark. today, and most days when our souls are fight to be free of offices and work rooms roofs and corners. fours walls just don't protect us from this sunshine not on the second day of summer. you can find time on my shoulders, I’ll carry today like Atlas hold a map.

There is no pain like an unfinished cigarette, an interrupted coitus: an abortion left to smolder alone, the victimization of rape without vindication of retribution. A sadist act by an oblivious master. Unfinished mastication gnaws at the senses; smoke seducing the lungs clear into wanting clouds of pleasure through small deaths burning black to cover some pink in a small conversion of incremental corruption. Sighs and twitches, internal itches; reassures: THIS IS ADDICTION Such a soft penet...

It all comes down to a disappointment. Disappointments are fleeting. Passing like night into dawn, herald by birds singing into twilight. I would have you here. I know you are not thinking of me. When hope retires late, she is weary with habit. We'll lay you down now. The sun won't burn your eyes. We woke up in the grey light unrested, another night of dreamless sleep. Above us water hung like a curtain, a blanket to keep the night, a cover wrapping the sun. There was only one question to ans...

Ailenated labor smells like coffee. Spending hours in an industrial aeromatic swamp, leaves my wrists wanting a sweet metal kiss. GET IT OFF ! It sticks to my skin, smells of sin and horror. ABSOLUTE TERROR ! I need this endeavor to end. I want life to be my own perfume. This scent clings tighly to my lungs. Let me wake in the clouds, or drown in this lake of abject existence. Tomorrow will be another day stained brown. I am working at a neuvo coalmine, the Yuppy's fuel for a burgosis life. I...

I still think about you when it counts which seems to be between 12am, 1am, and my legs.

Yesterday was Sunday, another day to myself. I've been reading more poetry since I left philosophy and politics in hartford. But really, I've been shirt for projects or writing anything at all, and it seems that art and beauty remind me of you and thoughts of you puts water in my eyes and a whole in my chest, (that i can feel buring right now and every day since our airport goodbye) because i miss you in the worst way, with every cliche and love song imagry imaginable so I decided on the subw...