funkybinladen
inspect me under a lamp
the funeral was okay
but was yellow
really her favorite color?
girl in traffic
on a porch swing screaming
all fifty branches
bored by completely naked
and running hands across bodies looking for more clothes to take off
so i'll give this a shot one more time sheri goes to church and she sees the halo above the mother mary and thinks how was mary a virgin and you're right sheri she wasn't her giant circular stomach holding the salvation of the world fucked by god's bad dark hand in the night in the back of a traincar railcar sidecar
god damnit it's the same fucking word again how am i supposed to write about the word circular who is coming up with this is it the one word prompts tumblr that posts every hour on the hour "prompt of the hour" as if we all write every fucking hour of the day and we can go off of something as little as "circular" fucking circular one big writer circle jerk
You know what's clever? I'm clever. I'm perfect. Every entry I make seems to be about how perfect I am. I possess every trait that you lack. Clever makes me think of cleaver, maybe somehow cleaving my life in two. Or cleavage. That's just a lil weird. fuck
I'm screaming, but I can't wake up. Some nights I wake up lost in confusion. I can't remember if it's not about me.
I am breaking. Everything is breaking. My face is breaking in as if it were smashed with a baseball bat and I am a porcelain doll. The pieces fall inside me and never come out. They disappear. They make sound if I'm shaken. I'm broken.
i love giving others control i dont like control well it's weird in social situations i like to be in control or in the workplace but I love giving up control i think I want it all the time but I can't ebcause I"m not sure if I can but I wish i was just told what to do and i love it when i am