1.26.2009

Who loves the sun

cat worship is equal parts ridiculous and underrated

The last thing i want to do

i love you

i havent had too much to drink
i'm not high
i dont even care
that was a lie
i do aim to project a certain level of callousness (nonchalant) externally
i know it is a lame attempt and can be seen through
which brings me to wonder and conclude do you even care no
i'm getting it together
i'm trying to get it together
i'm thinking about trying to get it together
even as i write this i want to smash my hands into a messy pulp
drink less write more avoid sharp or pi-pi-piping hot objects
eat less drink more think about someone else
focus more on your swollen gums and less on where he cums
this scares the shit out of me

1.24.2009

concerns for my future

"Doctor, I don't think you're going to find this very healthy and clear, but I really would like to stop working forever--never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I'm doing now--and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I'd like to keep living with someone -- maybe even a man -- and explore relationships that way. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence."

1.23.2009

drugs thats white

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1.14.2009

white winter hymnal


I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime.

words courtesy: fleet foxes

sit sit sit