she had burned the nite
the cd spun
the three of them
she liked to turn the sound up
so the boy upstairs could hear
Oct 23, 2006
Oct 21, 2006
Oct 20, 2006
Open Wide
in my boy black a.m.
underwater
tying
moved hands to stuck heart.
Through the veins
he spits a soft window
to my arm.
Tonight
I am the mouth
I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak
I break the canned tongue
I am a mean
swimming
the song I devour was before
in his hands
a pin swatch
the star car--
once walls cliffs and fingers.
underwater
tying
moved hands to stuck heart.
Through the veins
he spits a soft window
to my arm.
Tonight
I am the mouth
I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak
I break the canned tongue
I am a mean
swimming
the song I devour was before
in his hands
a pin swatch
the star car--
once walls cliffs and fingers.
Oct 19, 2006
He Calls Me Babydoll
...
I've got the successful conclusion of your neck voice called gentleman:
link slip
The condenser is always on
the assistant
the one showing side one,
the audience loops in
Hidden everywhere.
release the lives of merchandise. the primal
scream
she wants the rough of death
spawns
outrage bait
huge progression of the boredom gristle
drumming the keyboard with sexsex sex sex
I've got the successful conclusion of your neck voice called gentleman:
link slip
The condenser is always on
the assistant
the one showing side one,
the audience loops in
Hidden everywhere.
release the lives of merchandise. the primal
scream
she wants the rough of death
spawns
outrage bait
huge progression of the boredom gristle
drumming the keyboard with sexsex sex sex
Oct 18, 2006
Oct 17, 2006
Unknown Zone (mixed)
..She is thought warped, and this is always a head chec.k.
the more she fans his knock on being portions of her blue the more he becomes her pill-time. a razor. the naked draft choice. walking across the black waves she knows she is still in the parking lot.
rolling into tonight's orgasm would be too hard. he wants the perfect
starling
dot.
and she would be happy with the perfect Italian pop
by Faust'O // L Erba
a little bowie, a little morrison thrown in, thank god she can't understand the words.
xxxxxx ..///./
the more she fans his knock on being portions of her blue the more he becomes her pill-time. a razor. the naked draft choice. walking across the black waves she knows she is still in the parking lot.
rolling into tonight's orgasm would be too hard. he wants the perfect
starling
dot.
and she would be happy with the perfect Italian pop
by Faust'O // L Erba
a little bowie, a little morrison thrown in, thank god she can't understand the words.
xxxxxx ..///./
Oct 14, 2006
Nina Tries To Write A Love Poem
but burns her grilled cheese sandwich instead
he is cute when he is 'arcing' ..
arcing? heh.
pome:
maybe you can orbit-trail me
but keep it
still and inner
send me your email addy & a dream to sleep in
he is cute when he is 'arcing' ..
arcing? heh.
pome:
maybe you can orbit-trail me
but keep it
still and inner
send me your email addy & a dream to sleep in
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