jagged cliffs and windswept hair the commune of nature smiles i grew up with drive thru coffee culture frosted meadows and dew covered firs pollen in the sun and leaping trout reflections of the river shimmering and bouncing off the rocks seeing every star hot spring hikes in the dark walking cougar trails and subsiding the small fear my tribe of people gliding down glaciers fog on...
dmitri: Did you sleep good?
me: ya i slept fairly well
me: and yourself?
dmitri: : I can't tell
dmitri: Did you dream etc etc?
me: i did
dmitri: I'm happy for you
me: i had a dream about this guy i don't know very well and he was wearing mustard yellow shorts and a matching t shirt
me: with a brown vest and i told him to put on a safari hat
me: or drive a mail truck
dmitri: Dream come true
me: and i woke up
me: what did you dream
dmitri: I dream of empty bottomless voids in space
me: pure love
dmitri: Love is all we needz
me: can haz it
I respect your tumbles.
“it’s normal to have a rash, joint pain and swollen wrist and ankles for up to four weeks after a bite.” i feel like dying. this venom is extremely painful and i don’t understand why i haven’t turned into spiderman yet.
stop eating at the core you panel of lights, you pulsating crudeness your lit cigarette and dyed synthetic wrap so coiled around to clothe the air is thin too much to to bound denim line waving into another falls into rainbow shadows up prism down sunk in hums bells that swell sine inception deep into the burn wood plexiglass round layers of slumber
i sick and tired of your mean spirit. can’t you just be nice for once?
recently i’ve been told i’m both cathartic and terse. i’m mostly impressed by people using such big words.
i want to drink your hair
if comic con were every day, i’d be dead.
The bounds of a personality are not reproducible by a sharp black line,...– Edith Wharton
Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into...– Yoda
wield your sexual prowess, in sweatpants.
not allowed to gaze into any eyes. or answer inquiries about the future. can’t sit on any laps. let alone take naps near his open french doors. the breeze of the spirit will transport to isolated lands. no one dares take a breath. dried leaves crush beneath uneasy feet. something saved now only leaves a trace. a smudge. the transient heart draws circles as forget sets in. fading to...