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The wealth of information at my fingertips is not locked in a vault, it is my wealth of long golden hair. Gold, I always associate that with wealth. That and leather couches and cigars, mmm I had a dream I was smoking a cigar and it burned my throat. Why do we think of leather and cigars? They want us to. It’s an association, just like all of this

Posted By lograp On 05.13.2010 @ 8:43 am

I went into it with him, went into it with such depth. He plunged in an out of me, all breadth and depth and the filling of holes and oh, oh, mother of GodI didn’t know it could feel this way; he’s hitting me right in that place no one’s been so deep.

Posted By lograp On 05.07.2010 @ 7:59 am

Rollerskaterderby boss my boss does roller derby. She is so incredibly beautiful in an elvin way. Rollers for curls; I have curly hair but it used to be straight, then wavy. I’m not sure if I like it. I hate the way I look. Roller markers and pens with the rolling tip.

Posted By lograp On 05.06.2010 @ 6:44 am

Regardless of the way she felt about him, she had to leave. Her purple handbag was on the nightstand bleeding nailpolish. Fuck, she’d knocked it over in her haste. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She had to get out of there before he saw the stains.

Posted By lograp On 05.04.2010 @ 7:35 am

The secretary had a black bun pulled back tight, thighs spilling over the sides of her seat, and awkward bunches in her blue striped blouse. She was not a sexy secretary, but that was okay by her. This way, Edward Kennedy Trenton, her employer, would not grope up her legs. It was more than fine, because he seemed to like doing that, and all she could think about was her girlfriend’s quick fingers and sighs.

Posted By lograp On 03.03.2010 @ 1:03 pm

I was in love with british accents ever since I was a little girl. Harry Potter, David Beckham, Johnny Depp, and wherever else I could find them. Maybe I’ll move to britain just so I can lick the throat of a british lover and feel the vibrations and see what makes it sound like caramel and softness and compassion. Delicious. I think the world is beautiful; maybe I’ll see more of it on the London Eye.

Posted By lograp On 03.08.2010 @ 9:17 am

Tin can full of muffins, sitting on my dresser. I want to eat one so badly, golden rich with blueberries melting inside. Why do I always buy presents for others that I really want? Everytime this struggle. I can taste the blueberries like summer and sunlight in my mouth, colors swirling with my tongue, more intimate and tart than my ex’s kiss. I want it more, too.

Posted By lograp On 02.28.2010 @ 8:36 pm

I look at you and I am inspired, she whispers to the room. She wishes she was inspired. She thinks that is what she is supposed to do and supposed to say, but the truth is, there isn’t anyone she is inspired by who isn’t dead. There is no quiet boy who sits behind her whose hand she wants to hold and whose breath she imagines on her neck. There is no one but perhaps William Shakespeare.

Posted By lograp On 02.27.2010 @ 9:48 am