it doesn.t keep you up at night like it does me
it/s a very very very
01.30.03back&
forth
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this is frightening and scary and raw and UNCUT. flat and blunt and ridiculously, underneath the words and the images, me.
(((((((((ani.s song::
i.ll pretend that this is real
because this is what i like best ///.
let.s go before i change my mind
leave the luggage of all your lies behind
you were never very kind
you let me down everytime
what can i say.
DEAR BOY
i send you a bowl of oranges. and just. so much hope and good things and i just. want good things for you. and... oh, i don.t know if i.m expressing what i mean to say in these
writings. checker games. late night conversation.
<3 <3 <3
it makes me melt
same thoughts in different words
better diction, maybe
clearer images, less worn by
footprints of memory and perusion
a word i just made
to describe the trampling
the stampeding in. that leaves
the striped popcorn boxes
flat. that leaves us on our
backs. flat.
and
i feel the same way
(except. sometimes.
in the last two lines)
it.s that
.... i havent
brought myself
to that point
or. really. it.s that.
//////the
landscape
(a mirror it seemed)
was distorted
which is just
a nice way
it seems
of
saying
ugly.
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