mushroom cap -
moist dew mouth, hand
to your lovely blonde stretch
over my lap,
reaching and
ghosting a sketch.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 5, 2010
fluctuation of the pupil
on repeat.
through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.
too many abandoned vehicles.
yeah.
you gave your laptop a name..
lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.
what did the song remind you of?
rain..
through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.
too many abandoned vehicles.
yeah.
you gave your laptop a name..
lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.
what did the song remind you of?
rain..
Aug 3, 2010
Jul 24, 2010
a Found Poem (solid block of fuel)
Calling Close on a Stream
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.
~*
When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.
~*
The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.
.
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.
~*
When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.
~*
The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.
.
May 19, 2010
Through the Cubed Window
Nina watches WarmThing sleep.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.
Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:
she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together
< Is she smiling? >
hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.
< Is she wearing a black diamond? >
heh.. yes.
< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >
you mean, like in another time, YM?
< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >
oh.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.
Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:
she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together
< Is she smiling? >
hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.
< Is she wearing a black diamond? >
heh.. yes.
< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >
you mean, like in another time, YM?
< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >
oh.
May 18, 2010
by anesthezia, inspired by warmthing & napkin
my nipples are skinny
but when you pull on them
they feel fat
& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand
and make me
feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole
like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in
but when you pull on them
they feel fat
& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand
and make me
feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole
like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in
May 10, 2010
6469
Nina touches the keyboard
Solutions to install
No solutions found
just a room held by night
Nina takes a pill, smokes his cigarette. thinks maybe she will buy him a lighter.
someday.
Solutions to install
No solutions found
just a room held by night
Nina takes a pill, smokes his cigarette. thinks maybe she will buy him a lighter.
someday.
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