myself esteem

"the empty in my apartment is thick with lonely and lying dreams instead of counting sheep to try to sleep and see the ocean i should maybe spike in what i think i need and call on miss morphine spac..."

"i am my father. born again, renewed, recycled, a review of the future past in the present, here to do what he said he would but never meant. i am my father years ago. my eyes are his eyes, i see wh..."

"dig the taste of gunmetal gray smoke, the arsenic and asbestos, the fiberglass filters that are best cos they cut your throat. and you need that sweet mistress who won’t let nobody love you, won’t ..."

"i see now why you ran away; i embody your misdirected passion, i showed you pleasure in sin, the animal within, and i introduced you to who you really are. i’m a scapegoat for weakness; you could not..."

"am i so still like this inanimate? lips i move to speak make but kisses, to hold your hand i would need your hand but also your permission, and i am scared. i am scared of feeling lost without ..."

"you say my lips taste sweetly like the lips i just finished licking you tell me to imagine me you say you want me to kiss you afterwards as you do to know myself way down south like you do i wonder..."