..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 ..///./
Oct 17, 2006
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
Oct 12, 2006
I Light Cigarette Sweat
Does the dress paint the sidewalk
or does it paint you?
Lick my pits
or don't go --
'Wonder Retreat'
Cat piss
&
drone
an episode of satellite warp or
out landos d'amour
smoking is impossible at this point
and all heat sits right beneath the skin
waiting.
or does it paint you?
Lick my pits
or don't go --
'Wonder Retreat'
Cat piss
&
drone
an episode of satellite warp or
out landos d'amour
smoking is impossible at this point
and all heat sits right beneath the skin
waiting.
Oct 10, 2006
Hot Sauce
You:
smeared sorrow eyes
Hoping you'll dance across my trail
with your cool safety fingers
You:
won't stop moving
lost in forever
I lay waiting
brake placed
but still drove onto this morning
Where you open me
with your face
shot with skin
***
smeared sorrow eyes
Hoping you'll dance across my trail
with your cool safety fingers
You:
won't stop moving
lost in forever
I lay waiting
brake placed
but still drove onto this morning
Where you open me
with your face
shot with skin
***
She Kept Telling Herself..
to breathe. no sense trying to figure it out.
she wanted to cry a song of silver on the red sheet
she wanted to pull
her eyelashes in
she wanted to sew him into the silky part of the quilt
and never let him out
she wanted to cry a song of silver on the red sheet
she wanted to pull
her eyelashes in
she wanted to sew him into the silky part of the quilt
and never let him out
Oct 9, 2006
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she could smell tiny teeth burning
the riot of lost children
mouths bent by the sun
one smudged kiss
on firey glass.
Oct 5, 2006
Kiss My Ass, Zack
sipping red sugar
cupped like a tick
you me they
links in a trance
hallucin o genic HTML reflected in her car door
the sexy ride of melancholy
unlocked
(she liked port, her mama did too)
the key strokes
stroke
Thursday:
the Web is filtered and slippery
with palm sexy
but Nina is sealed and
snow sweetened
toeing
the blue embrace
cupped like a tick
you me they
links in a trance
hallucin o genic HTML reflected in her car door
the sexy ride of melancholy
unlocked
(she liked port, her mama did too)
the key strokes
stroke
Thursday:
the Web is filtered and slippery
with palm sexy
but Nina is sealed and
snow sweetened
toeing
the blue embrace
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