Monday, October 26, 2009

I hate talking to him

It's like you have to solve a rubics cube every conversation you have with him.

If you eat some PU you will feel better.

What the fuck do I want to learn German for. To become a Nazi? No thank you.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The souls of fish

And if I cry it means I'm hurting, don't kick me when I'm down.

And if I turn up missing, follow the trail of jade eggs that I tell him to buy

To love is to serve time.

And my belongings, I say again, do not belong to Dr. Strangelove. I want them back.

Consistently riveting.

I hate when you ask me if I like it.

Turn your eyelids inside out.

An art show for Jomo.

Energy curtailment.


Trying not to think. I just want to feel.

Your demons will reach out and tap me on the shoulder to say hello. Like "Hi, I'm a demon."

He said the beginning of the relationship is the best when you want to talk to the person all the time. What an ass. You just told us that you're not good for longevity.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

No one swallows their tongue

It has occured to me that I need to read more. Talking to Nneka last night and trying to express myself and being at a loss for several words was embarrassing. I took a book off the shelf this morning (well the book was on the floor in front of the shelf, to keep myself honest) and started reading. Stephen Kings Everythings Eventual.

Blacker than black. Blacker than any black you've ever seen. Blacker than midnight in a black hole.

Now is not the time to be vague. Now is not the time to be obscure. Now is not the time to be indistinct.

But when she saw him her vagina went haywire. It felt like alarms and bells and whistles going off. It was like the Price is Right was happening in her vagina. Someone just won the showcase showdown.

You're joking right?

Monday, October 5, 2009

songs poems thoughts or whatever

How dare you put your apocolypse in my cereal.

All But Four

Sometimes I can't wait to die.

You want me to kiss your ass because you play the guitar? He's not a rock star. James Hetfield is a rock star. Aerosmith, Bono. You play the guitar.

You send an invitation to bid to people whose work you know. You're not going to send and invitation if their shit looks like a shanty town. A shanty town is an improvised dwelling.

What's wrong with yall? You're looking at me like I have an arrow through my head. That was wierd wouldn't you agree?