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yesterday i heard you quote me on something i once said to you, you repeated it because you believed...

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:24:51 -0500

yesterday i heard you quote me on something i once said to you, you repeated it because you believed it, truth is i never meant it. i opened my mouth, i never thought twice.

we are nothing less baseless, platforms extinct. we’ve got two small blatters there is no room...

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:03:50 -0500

we are nothing less baseless, platforms extinct. we’ve got two small blatters there is no room for the egoz to flatter , Buddy with the beard wants to tally them hits but buddy never owned a calender just two turkish hips. (100409 2316) and then we struck up on a watson, sounded like nothing ever published before. A bolesroyce mickey of genchai, legs is spread wide eagle. hunny - that was the smell of your ——.

the living need to be careful of what they dish on themselves.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:14:24 -0500

i always have felt like the only being at all responsible for saving our lives is ourselves. and if you feel differently, like another soul is somehow allotted the responsibilty then you better remember that you chose to believe that, and also that, that means its now your responsbility to save theirs.

Peed in the mind’s eyes. aged away from current desires, dessertsnnever last. thats why we...

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 05:06:19 -0500

Peed in the mind’s eyes. aged away from current desires, dessertsnnever last. thats why we enjoy them such in the moment. all else, gets boring or destitue after an extended period of time. like men who still think describing facial hair with the word pubic is entertaining, after all these years. just like - negotiating sunsets while suckling on a dick, fixated by the tits. your-so-much-less human-with-your-clothing-on.eventually the days go, hide and seek on us, and the quick reflex curtailing to sins sounds like, hound dogs howling. and the scent of toast that we neglect ain’t never there, we hit our heads somewhere.

unholy

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 01:45:00 -0500

“don’t read into the name”

how about i read into the fact you felt the need to say from NY.

“you could do that, but that’s pointless. you said Alife, thought you were wondering what they were. most people who know of or hear of Alife brand know it’s from new york, and it’s easy to describe it that way because that’s were the company was started. before even creating their own clothing as a sort of collector shoe store.”

i don’t care. grosses me out.

get it out right.

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:38:00 -0500

get it out right.

wednesday

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:21:48 -0500

i was never ‘born-to-be’, or simply to exist. i am what i had become, in a time period prior to the generation i reside in now.

Neil in a nutshell

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:25:08 -0500

” its kind of like when two trains pass by each other and you look into the window of the passing train and straight into someone elses eyes

and for a second you wonder if you know them from somewhere “

feels like this

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:27:05 -0500

‘always seems like your going somewhere better then you’ve been’
‘i’ll go back there when i can afford to look that homeless.’

the bedroom is a harvest moon, for resolutions.

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:12:10 -0500

the bedroom is a harvest moon, for resolutions.

金魚Gaune

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:08:00 -0500

have a new aquatic friend, has the audacity to breath beneath water. all day in front of me.
i love you small pal, i love that nobody besides us now knows your existing, here, and we go on living. together in our burning wick low lit hovel. there is irony in our open low, there it see, i couldn’t be any happier.
won’t say ‘if i tried.’

Not entirely sure, unable to honestly speak (pretty sure) but curious is the certainty in the possibility of what was said. with me on top, wander a lot.

its has been bedtime for some time.

time to recite nimble as hard nipples.a pack is assembling by way of gravition, by way of ilegible...

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:50:00 -0500

time to recite nimble as hard nipples.
a pack is assembling by way of gravition, by way of ilegible emotional translations; by way of sensation fixations; by way of physical existence; by way of erotic yearning; by way of postal segregation; by way of survival tactics and raw tundra seeking gained from the observation of cats. takes our trades to the trails, tolerating allergic reactions to ingredients disaproved by health national to make mousse to fill pastries, residing in mini carbon plantations and selling heroin on the side, conducting atmospheres for sitting, waiting, craving, turning fruits to syrup. associating ourselves with canned goods donated, creatures and greens and fluids we’ve grown and harvested ourselves.

do you choose to have life or do you choose to live the one your given.only does slim woman.

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:31:47 -0500

do you choose to have life or do you choose to live the one your given.
only does slim woman.

Nowadays you don’t laugh at mistakes i make. my hips...

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:11:22 -0500

Nowadays you don’t laugh at mistakes i make. my hips pressed and your getting young. shed our skins time, scent of yours has gone so stale. like eating during night. i know i won’t want to burn any bridge any collage elsewhere. fermented fruits line my bedroom; black mold, salt, and feline hair. we’d both open wide, and you’d get yours.

i wish you lived on this side of the water, or maybe if i lived...

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 02:00:44 -0400

i wish you lived on this side of the water, or maybe if i lived on your side of the salt.
some habits would have to change. some handouts, soon would be reversed.
i wasnt even planning on going. but i had my boots on and binverse in my eardrums and the shiver didnt prick and i could have enjoyed myself even, and i do enjoy myself even on occassions when i might be exhausted. but my shoulders pivoted, i walked home, and it wasn’t loud, but im not in mood for silence. but im not in the mood for self.

of basement suits

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 14:09:27 -0400

had a dream that some one was trying to cut down your favourite tree. But i climbed it.
the digging will end soon.
you dont look like a recruit from the rubber palace.
you got that fucking blade hanging low eh bud.
your parents fucked up, they should have called you velvet.
velvet met suede.
i digg em’ up and they put themselves back.
i took your next girlfriend to prom in a blueberry blue bonnet.
aint nothing like a roll in the hay with your cousin.
one generation and they’d forgotten all that they knew, how to survive in the desert.
”i woke up and the entire postal service album was over and the water was cold”

rouw-te

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:11:51 -0400

leak out, dried up crust
of a thumb nail i’d lost when i fell down
and your so swollen now
you may never look down
because you cant see past
the throb for now
and for now
is typically long enough to last a lifetime.

why cant babies grow, inside of me?
why do you look sad,
when i tell you i am glad.

We are both so young.

Photo

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:09:00 -0400

Photo

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:07:45 -0400

single swim, or strokeon dry land.earth is precious, its...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:06:30 -0400

single swim, or stroke
on dry land.
earth is precious, its something im spending time about,
its not our land, we dont own a thing.
our hands, are too malleable if
we dont use them well enough,
we dont
i cant trust one person to be ambidextrous from another
if i cant trust
you to live if
i tell you, you’ll die
only a matter of time
just because a person has the title, does not allocate them the right or the responsibility,
to play jesus.
even he believed in us,
thats where
the species
got confused.