December 2011
3 posts
November 2011
4 posts
Please Provide Pyro Pleasure
I’m sorry- I didn’t pick up because I didn’t want to, and half the appreciation of tea is hot water. I’m sorry I told you optimal the half full glass! If only if not containing babies blood. It’s like the kid walking by with the sick roll of paper and not being able to read the chinese newspapers lying truthful on the N It’s cars killing your delicate practicality calculations head off,...
October 2011
6 posts
angst kid wrote
Endarkened- She used to shelve twin pocket papers- proclaiming: I am nothing but dust, and the whole world- was made just for me. Holy her weird words- which weighed down her waist, her hands held her world tight her tears smeared enlightenment I am the whole void, me pieces! she shouts out reaches for cigarette decimates small everything, crossfaded crosseyed she breathes in...
I keep waiting for it to stalk down the hill and attack the Golden Gate Bridge.
– herb caen on sutro tower
September 2011
4 posts
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo
San Francisco has been for most of its 150-year existence both a refuge and an...
– Rebecca Solnit, like 12 years ago
August 2011
2 posts
more cigarette boxes and Becky
dirty shifty spendthrift dingy dilapidated, money wasting the last toothache tasting shitfaced pavement, craving all, mistaking, (the storage boxes gaping voided) Return and return to sender: basement boring headfuck aching taking threads of something woven- your boxes stuffed with pliable cravings, dirty words have dirty makings.
I don’t want no dirty dirt. Let our 20 fingers...
2010 RLT
As we sat there sore silent the whores swaggered syncopated we melted in plastic spastic pretension too good for this and too good for claiming “too good for this” but mistaken all around andthe holes in tights tightly held sinew lace lust lace- we mistook them for busted ballerinas busty bitchy livid tense lived in tents digesting laughing mess. As we stay awake for hours remember...
July 2011
8 posts
on a related note i dream about you A LOT
usually you’re just...
I began to imagine [around 1904], as always at my left side just out of the...
– yeats
1 tag
parched orangejuice, strawberry flu, voluntary deprivation salad, melon...
June 2011
16 posts
Slave girls whore. She learns the unkind correctness: that resolve and zest is...
1 tag
May 2011
13 posts