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i could feel the disconnect – the finest bourbon falling to the floor. shards of glass everywhere, in feet, fingers in full silence. we slept and woke and slept and woke and it rained and poured all my misery and distrust pounding down out of the sky. i knew full well what the universe was … Read moreDrowning in Hope
allow me to humiliate myself;it is ultimately strength,though it appears to bea long wrought torture:car crash,bus crash,train crash,cruise ship crash,parachute that doesn’t open,lips that don’t kiss,fires at a school,mass murders,targeted assassinations,cities destroyed in earthquakes,bombs falling on unsuspecting children,hands that don’t hold,mountains that slide away,melting antarctic ice shelf,the slaughter of nature:a body un-caressable.i can not helpbut … Read moreloving tragedy
god damn universe, fate, destiny and all that shit!god damn it all into oblivion, into a trajectory that misses every heart.the cold death of frozen lips,stared at while they turned blue.We blame it on needles and things that steal your soulbut a career isn’t as spectacular a death as the needle,and still less than lying … Read moreOn Losing
i imagine if i could cry about it, the distrust, then it might be like dealing with it – but there’s nothing to trust nothing to distrust; its only a convenient present – and so there is no dealing with it the distrust, only the dealing with a change over time where before the past … Read moreNothing To Cry About
that it shall come to pass that my chest no longer heaves i shall have to ask that she takes her things and leaves Now asking such a thing should not be too difficult a chore as i have bought no ring we are not bound forever more though thrusting physicality upon the doorstep of … Read morePlease Go So that I may Stay
well played, diana! i’d just begun to return from a place where you could trust no one, when my back was once again pierced by the dagger blade of too silent fingers. though I’d felt it coming as surely as the Gypsy’s demise I mistakenly mistook my own self for no one, so that I … Read moredetective Ego
follow the compass of your heart.it was a card, readied for a trip east.as blatant a lie as everyone’s life.i stopped believing what I read.a new message from …still I don’t believe what I read.chest caved in with sensationsindescribable even to a sage.it was a hand torturedbehind its holder’s back.it was an eternityof the single … Read moreRestaurant Patios
La Fontaine Das Manifest zum Kampf gegen das ewig Gegebene und für die Ästhetik des ewig Bewegten Wenn Sie dies lesen, sind Sie entweder schwul oder nicht. Sie können sich also mit mindestens jemandem von uns identifizieren. Stellen Sie sich unseren Aufruhr vor, als wir die Wahrheit über Frida Khalo und Diego Rivera erfuhren. Wie … Read moreLa Fontaine
I have been so inundated by your shrill and ugly cries of Auslander, that I am encouraged to write you this letter in an effort to end your suffering. To wit, I would like to offer an option that has, hitherto, seemingly not been suggested. You may find, if you open your minds, that this … Read moreAn Open Letter To the collection of Biological (Carbon based) Garbage that is the SVP
http://m.apnews.mobi/ap/db_6776/contentdetail.htm?contentguid=LrvJNN8t not to be a negative nancy, but how’s that recovery?