Friday NightFriday night, on the phone. Jess on the other end, bitching about her ex-boyfriend or some shit. Something about him liking Tabby, and then Luca said this, but he didn’t really mean it, so Tabby’s mad at Luca, and you’ll never believe what happened to Mark and Kelly, but its not like she can say anything about it, ‘cause Kelly swore her to secrecy, oh, and guess what else…Friday Night
Every Friday night’s the same. Every fucking Friday. I always end up with the phone plastered to my ear while she nags and nags and bitches and moans and gossips about everything and nothing all at the same time.
The Hickory GroveThe Hickory GroveThe Hickory Grove
He was not a tall man, but nor was he a small man. He was not lean, but neither was he broad of shoulder and girth. His hair was not red, was not brown, was not black, and was not blond. It was, instead, a mixing of the four, as indefinable as the color of rain. His ancestral origin was a mystery to those who looked upon his face, with its pale skin, wide brow, high cheekbones and generous lips. Any European nation could have given birth to the bloodline of his ancestors, and none were willing to give up the secret.
But his eyes…hi
Out Inside“Out Inside”Out Inside
You turn me inside out and stare my ovaries down
with menacing glares, poke about my intestines and grimace at my bile, one big wet muck of woman and oozing grey tissue leaking on the floor. Skewer my eyeballs with red-tipped toothpicks and pop them between your teeth, crunching corneas in your molars while you spread my plasma on your bagel,
sip your morning coffee, and quietly mutter “I always bring out the worst in her.”
Naked“Naked”Naked
i love the way you enter a room like you own it
a proud patriarch of your little whitewashed and white tiled kingdom with the salt-and-pepper ceiling sterile as your immaculate fingernails and pinstriped tie
your throne’s a plastic stand with thirty-one leaflets glued
to three hundred and thirty-four more emblazoned with arabic numerals
and fourth grade vocabulary
the word of the day is ‘naked’ but you spell it with an F
A fresh start
how is it compared to world of warcraft?
im having hefty thoughts about getting my groove on with ff11
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It can't rain all the time.
True love never dies.
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