Friday, May 29, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Electric

Exhaustion Soup. The crash... of eyelash to eyelash. It is 9:07am, the birds are shrieking out the aggression.
The Living Room is voided before the cash in.
Somehow the couch is damp.
Cashed.
White white face lying down dead and you play with my hair and its magic. (magic)
To my previous company: I hope I did not upset.




Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Negative One Seventy


There's too much to pay for. There's way too much to pay for. 
bill after bill 
or stupidity.

I'm hating you so much. I can't stand you I can't stand you and I'm a ticking time bomb.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE COMFORTED
But they won't comfort you back.

This whole country is driven by the desire for attention.
ATTENTION.
ATTENTION

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

Attention.

There is no money. There is no money. And it's turning my brain in my skull. 



The elephant said. 
"I love you and love you and will listen forever and will hug you forever. And scowl at the ones who do you wrong. And I will hold your hand and I will leave you alone. And I will quietly sit and I will drive you home."

Wishing it was a two way street
Knowing it was a one way street.

Second best, Kata's brains go tumbling out of her scull and down the stairs to the bottom where you stand. You step over them, wishing another girl needed your help instead of her.



Monday, May 25, 2009

Toe Paralysis

I like to believe those body movements of yours kick the back of my neck where the irritation canals are kept, and my sinking lips that keep the world astray stay pinned to Cobwebbed eyes pointed straight to the light of day.

He's got a gun to my brain and a cheap cassette of Janet Jackson's The Velvet Rope with fifty miles to its name. 

Creation is the ouverture.

L'antithese de mon amour pour toi
Est l'abilite de la laisser partir.

What are you saying.




Sunday, May 24, 2009

Your Dirt



voices too high will break the glass right down to smithereens. carcasses and saltines. 

the choking Madeleens of early morning kindergarten, dragged by the upper arm, Salty, and "I don't think people who cry are very smart". Bunnies help, but bunnies die. God, the ugly dress up games. Horse masks out of water bottles and une Petite Fille.

Sometimes I wish you weren't so sharp. the grease that made the girls die and try to hide it. Eventually people just get exhausted of feeling hurt. Skinned right to the bone.

Dainty yellow, For ten seconds of watching you groan in the corner I would give ten cents.


.....

I was walking thinking of you.

i do love you
and it burnt me so hard my heart broke from the deep sea pressure, surrounded by the milk stain couture of traffic jam firecrackers and dirt dirt dirt. 


Saturday, May 23, 2009

Trash Talk


PART I

"You were sleeping off your demons when I came home" Caught in a purple sleepover mind a bloody mess.
Concentrating trying to concentrate concentrating on your voice reads The End and I am sane for five seconds.
I turn over and laugh laugh laugh laugh into my hands it's like vomiting trash. The only good thing in my brain is that I love you I love you I love you so much both of you so so so.

Back awhile the benches turned themselves inside out and so did my body. All over my face I'm feeling salty and wet but It's Okay It's Really Okay said hands to my face outside the convenience store. "Would you like some of this whiskey?" He was a wanderer. You are a wanderer.

Okay Okay I get it. How unapologetically twisted. surrounded by fairydustmushroomsleepover cities. The trees overgrow as I walk and you talk but I cant understand what you're saying.

I'm in your doll house living room. I'm in your coffin bed.

Underneath my brain things begin to settle, finally, though reality still seems hardly better than this. In my own bed. You're skating to the coin-star and it's a pleasant thought. And they're talking and am I drifting? 


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PART II

Storming out. I want to laugh with you but you're not making eye contact. And sometimes I feel like that is the way our friendship is. Maybe I'm wrong maybe I'm right. I'm caught in a thistle world. Your broken arms wrapped around me like fire. All the wolves are getting to me.


LM LM LM LM LM LM LM LM LM


("Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod?" - Mountain Goats)

Tuesday, May 19, 2009