Weird to be the object of desire

Upon Eros' pedestal

(And aren't they torn, shredded and made into plastic in the end?)

A weird sound comes a ringing- sending a chill

And the dirty words that are transcribed

A nostalgia for the Iron Age and the Scarlett Letter

And for Luther to write laws/rules in the wall

A joy to break them.

And it's easy and easy going

A breeze

And the trees exude ennui into the atmosphere

A rain of "who gives a crap"

And thrills seem boyish

A thing of the bourgeois or the past.

I am him, she, me and them.

And she doesn't know tact.

Irascibly Beautiful

As Lenny and mother reached jouissance I spurted out of my room through the long hallway. I was the fastest, most talented swimmer. Or, for a second, so I thought.

Peering began instantaneously. He swam as fast, without the obvious elegance of my motions.

What many believe to be a cosmic miracle is a 5k sprint toward the uterus.

"fleeting moment in a floating world."

Inisde a Dogfish

Bathroom Plastic Flower



I Love Lamp

The Half Eyed Diaries

Love is something we use to believe in before repetition kicked in. I am more in love with the poets and the undiscovered word than her, you, him, them. The changing landscape on my heart is a dessert; baron and cold. A wasteland. As in life, there are the thrill seekers. Who live to seek to conquer the wild, unexplored, the mysterious yonder.
I stare at them. My mask in full display, clownish even. Big red smile and white paint and yet I am rewarded. Thus, becomes the beggar's banquet. A higher conscious, if it can be called that, requires for a funny type of punishment. A metamorphic slap in the hand without any long term effects on the great fun it all is. Empty and meaningless fun. Substance abuse

Everything in the room was shinny and wet. Translucent and cold fixtures adorned the wide room. Souls roamed around this void space. They looked lost, slippery and thirsty.
The investigator said they came from the poster mounted on the left wall