February 2012
74 posts
you like birds, right?
i wanted that bird in my room.
i wanted it to sing to me every morning, i wanted it to be my bird.
“This is my bird.” I would say.
“Would you like to come to my room and see my bird?” I would say, to the peopel i knew, to the peopel i did not know, the peopel who did not know me very well.
i would invite strangers into my home.
i would say to them:
...
tip toes
We were standing on our tip-toes.
We were counting the stars, and groping at one another’s genitals.
Under your skirt, over my pants, under the stars, just outside the city limits.
A barn was burning, and your panties were wet.
The sun was coming up and we were choking on barn smoke.
My headlice was out of control.
It was hard for me to finger-fuck you, caress your face,...
peopel radio one →
jesus →
thank you wrestling
for pointing out the blatant idiots.
thank you wrestling for putTING a flaming hot arrow atop the heads of the morons.
thank you wrestling, for showing me how to be defiant, how to enjoy the boo’s, and the animosity, the bad times.
all that garbage.
thank you wrestling.
“you wanna’ banana? have a banana.”
“i can say anything i want to these idiots, and...
dirt →
me walking around beautiful downtown Rockford Illinois playing the sort of music that I play. videotaped by my friend named Cariann Wayman. she wanted it to snow…and it snowed, and it was beautiful. you should have been there.
1 tag
1 tag
bbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooo
I screamed boo so much tonight. I loaded a wrestling ring into a semi-truck. I loaded all sorts of odd things into trucks. Vince McMahon is an evil genius. I want to be an evil genius someday.
Carnival Hucksterism at it’s most Romanesque.
They will eat their children. When it boils down to it.
They will shout U.S.A. for no reason…just because someone else shouted U.S.A.
We will all...
pure pink joy
there is a pure pink joy filling my body at this moment. it is swimming across and into, and out of my skin. it is in my hair, and it is my hair. it is in my legs, and in my arms and thighs, it is in m groin, it is in my eyeballs, and on the end of my lips. this pure pink joy was invited into my body by me, and i gladly accepted it, and i would gladly share it with you. the thing is, you can make...
Valentine's Day...we meet again.
Hello again Valentine’s Day. Do you remember me? I remember you, Valentine’s Day. I really do. I remember all sorts of thing about you, Valentine’s Day.
(Valentine’s Day is a woman to me, and I will address her as such, if I feel like it, I do what I want.)
Valentine’s Day, you cruel, cruel woman. Oh, how you had ensnared my young mind, but I have...
