Play fetch
Hypokarmic
Thermochondriac
I______you
hide and _go ignore my innermost desires.
_________fuck yourself
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
It is
Yearning.
A cat, purring,
pressing down warm and fuzzy
on my navel. It stretches and I feel claws.
A cat, purring,
pressing down warm and fuzzy
on my navel. It stretches and I feel claws.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Coming on suddenly, she had bear claws and puppy-dog eyes.
The mailbox post stood like a frontier tombstone.
Leaving a wet bloody metallic taste after every swig, it led to a vicious cycle- always drinking more to try and erase that flavor.
A heady high, just from trying to keep your balance.
Wobbling like a walrus.
An alliterate illiterate.
One door rusts from beneath.
The mailbox post stood like a frontier tombstone.
Leaving a wet bloody metallic taste after every swig, it led to a vicious cycle- always drinking more to try and erase that flavor.
A heady high, just from trying to keep your balance.
Wobbling like a walrus.
An alliterate illiterate.
One door rusts from beneath.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Catching it in the digital age.
Peace, love, and harmony, but don't borrow my bandwidth. The yoga studio owner didn't own up to her wifi.
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