Over all, I’ve worn 1 pair of overalls. They’re stained with adolescents and a feverish love for my mother. Much like my mother, my overalls are lost in a pile of tarnished memories. And I refuse to publish […]
Seems like every modem in my house is missing. As well as in my brain. I can hear. Im a bit lost as well. Drinking is becoming a source of renewable energy. Can’t plug I. To anything at the moment.
I’ve dwelled there numerous times.
But never have I found as much comfort
Anywhere other then the present.
The crevices, the grime.
The sweat. The heat.
The pits are much like the rest of the world.
I live in Oakland and everyone hates Jean Quan.
Our mayor doesn’t know how to do her job, so
we all suffer. Oh well, hopefully she’ll get recalled.
I’m lost and these walls only blind me.
When I find you again, perhaps i’ll be free.
When my morals return, then perhaps i’ll gain something.
Like my passion.
They both bend and bend
But they never break.
Brief encunters with hideous men
Humans are to brief and feeble for me to care for.
So i’ve stopped hoping for better movies, and just
Taken what i’ve been given.
But i’m tired of all these […]
My corpse is a nest infested with dying dreams.
Floating below my legs and swimming into my decaying eyes.
Why so cold? Why so hollow?
Because I’m still so fucking young.
But to what?
Am I switing to the enticing rythms?
Or to invisible whips clinging to my back as they break away.
Im switching courses. Swiching dreams, lies, memories.
And forgeting the old ones.