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"underwater i don’t weigh so much, am not myself so much; when i exist like atlantis, i think you disappeared so i get high and go diving. cos in the nighttime my legs are walking, over towards you, ..."

"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..."

"crimson is not a color. like old, black blood it taints the concrete, coagulates outside the chalk lines of murdered love. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 03:16 PM PST   0 • 1"

"i saw you naked in the morning through the glass of my bedroom window, and if i could put angels on paper and leave them there; i would save you in my sketchbook, brushing your hair out, accidentally ..."

"she drops by dressed in plastic and stinking sweetly; says without you i can’t wait, the edges jade, and everything is too damn straight. so i crush her in my fingers and light her on fire. she turn..."

"i do not belong to you; there is no marriage left, your hypocrisy has cost what you cannot pay, and someday tears will burn your lonely eyes without me. like an untrained dog you follow each bitch i..."

"and we as gods mold little dreams; pop culture fantasies, snakes and vessels that fire burns into rigid forms like we are. take the clay in front of us; this dirt between our fingertips is adam and e..."