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Sunday, June 28th, 2009
12:09 am
[fluffymcnutter]



Current Mood: thirsty
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
8:40 pm
[fluffymcnutter]



Current Mood: tired
Friday, January 23rd, 2009
1:32 am
[lalofrisker]
Miss Me

I miss me.

I walked away slowly some time ago and, in my place, I left myself; maybe I got lost on the way back from a moment, because I cry a lot more now that I’m not here.


Monday, October 20th, 2008
8:00 pm
[lalofrisker]
Four Bottles Of Sherry On The Wall

I bite down hard, fitting
Molar over molar tightly
And my jawbone aches.

 “‘Can’t you see this wound
From my chest to my throat?’”
I quote Garcia Lorca,
Appropriately
Out of context.

 “Do not doubt me,
When I’m bleeding all over
Everything I do.”

Monday, August 18th, 2008
12:32 pm
[ichy_blah]
080808
you try to kill me with your eyes
i'm used to this attack
i use it all the time

stick a fork in it
if it comes out clean it's done
nothing that comes out of you
is clean
you are never done

i keep poking
wasting my time.
i should be choking
your neck instead.
but i can't and i won't
i'm too busy choking
myself, with the jumbled
words caught in my throat.
Saturday, July 19th, 2008
4:05 am
[the_blimp]
Down Under

(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)
(glub)(glub)no(glub)(glub)(glub)
(glub)said(glub)(glub)(glub)the(glub)
(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)fish(glub)(glub)
(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)I
(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)do(glub)(glub)
not(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)
(glub)want(glub)a(glub)glass(glub)of(glub)
(glub)(glub)(glub)water!(glub)(glub)
(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)(glub)
Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
3:36 pm
[the_blimp]
700 Ways to say I love you


flip, flop, flap, fly
Today will be the day you die

flee, flick, fork, flu
I'm sorry I ever met up with you

flat, fate, four, face
It was a dramatic fall from grace

film, fame, form, fan
I think I'll give myself a hand

- Noah Riggs
Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
9:16 pm
[lalofrisker]
Zarathustra
You look fifteen,
But you're twenty.
Nearly twenty-one.

You talk and
You touch
Like your forty,
But you will
Most likely
Not live to see
Thirty.

Clock's ticking.

Come here and fuck me like your blood's not turning into water.
Monday, January 14th, 2008
12:37 pm
[ichy_blah]
library sex
they pass it back and forth and talk about people having sex in a library.
he can imagine the jizz on the book spines, running down the bukowski and palanhuik.
bukowski would be proud but he'd probably say to stick to the beer and wine.
wake up in the early afternoon with your body aching and a feeling of despair,
"another day."
his back is like a smooth pebble that's been worked over by the sea one two many times.
i could tell it's been through hell but the smooth tautness makes me forget.
i lean in to whisper into his ear, "hello."
he tells me that he could live to be four hundred and still not know what life is about.
waking up each day somewhere new knowing that life is unpredictable and fucked up.
it seems to drag on like the the weight we carry with us all our lives:
expectations, hopes, desires, letdowns and regrets.
"everything will continue"
Thursday, January 3rd, 2008
4:55 am
[lalofrisker]
H Dense
You're a dense cunt
Your questions bore me, irritate me
So. Much.
I had to settle, didn't I?
You saw
I took whatever came along, it didn't matter
It could've been a MTF or FTM tranny
I wouldn't have cared
Anything would've been alright
So, yeah, I was desperate
I AM
Even now, but what the fuck do you care?
It's not like I'm fucking you
There ain't enough cash in the world, you know?
I rather eat a fucking 9mm
I rather chug battery acid
I'm going home
There has to be something in the fridge
Besides your cheap beer
And my carton of rotten eggs
Monday, June 25th, 2007
3:21 pm
[ichy_blah]
shit matters
i have gift for you,
i am squeezing shit for you
out of my anus
Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
10:55 am
[general_motors]
Very Magical Disappearing Doves
Nothing At All.
I Will Do Anything for your Approval.
I Will Kill Everything I Am.
I will Be Nothing at all.
It's my Codex
I Need Your Approval. I can't do by myself.
I will CHange my Nature
And You won't Abandon me if I Am Better
I Will read the Signs
I will be Better and Go great Lenghts
It's my Codex.

Current Mood: distressed
Saturday, May 13th, 2006
12:03 am
[furious_mold]
Oh wow, this is BAD
You stupid fucking cunt
Staring out of the window isn't going to help
It's a cliche
It's a meme
You bought it years ago
when you believed in love.

Blurry drunk eyes focus on
lights far away.

Crawling out onto the roof
and a bottle thrown onto concrete
is an escape,
your personal cliche.

Shattered glass.

Sounds so good.
Friday, May 12th, 2006
11:20 pm
[furious_mold]
Train Whistle


Did you hear it? Damn thing's leaving!
Did ya jump it, did ya jump it?

Stupid cunt.

You kissed, licked, fucked, and sucked.

No one ever took you away from here.

Played secret whore.

No one ever knew how much you lived before you read.

Books.

Fuck

Rape.

FUCK ME!

Raped. Laughter.

I joke around to forget.

Typical, eh?
Sunday, May 7th, 2006
6:59 pm
[fields_of_rape]
Artistry




Rob sat there on the edge of a wall, his palms resting on the
somewhat abrasive cement. His eyes looked at his dirty shoes fore a while
then
at the seemingly empty parking lot in front of his daughters
elementry school.
He was badly hungover and wanted to drink
the whisky that he sweat in the october sun as he raised his
shaking hand to his mouth and took in a hit from his cigarette.

They were both in trouble. He and his daughter but
mostly him.

She was in there no doubt, crying, wailing
screaming that it was
her who had raped him and not the other way around. which
was true.

He snapped out of it when his cigarette had burned
down to his fingers. It flew out of his hand, startled, and hit the sidewalk.

"PICK THAT UP YOU FUCKING PERVERT RAPIST!"
the cop who was gaurding him shouted before catching rob on the chin
with
a left. Rob fell to the sidewalk and noticed, for an instant
before he went out, the color of the sun and the feeling of spit landing on him from some direction.


When he opened his eyes the color of the sun was slightly
different and there was a sharp
pain in the side of his ribs where the cop had kicked him to bring him
around. The next thing he remembered was :

"YOU'RE NEXT YOU SICK FUCK!"

Then his daughter screaming through tears and
mucus, "If you take him away from me I'll KILL MYSELF!" she flailed
her legs as they
carried her by her arms.
She was soiled laundry to be thrown away in their eyes. Her kicking began to paint the sidewalk with the blood that was still running down her legs and that had brought attention
to it all.

Rob managed to get to his hands and knees. It was true, he knew that
he would never see her again and that she would be dead shortly. his tears fell on the cigarette that had already burnt itself out. He looked at his daughter in the falling sunlight as they
carried her past. She grew calm as they looked at each other.

"I love you." she told him. "I love you" he replied
and that was all.
He felt another blow to his ribs and the to his face when they pryed his arms behind
his back to cuff him. As he got to his feet he prayed that there was a place in the desert somewhere where this
sort of thing was acceptable.





By the time he was lead to his cell he knew that his daughter was
on the
floor of a public restroom turning blue with her shoelaces wrapped securely around her throat.
Rob closed his eyes. Took a swing at the gaurd. Opened them and went for the gun.
Thursday, December 29th, 2005
3:38 pm
[bruxism]
he shoves his language
of whiskey & metaphysics
into my mouth,
pinning me down with fists
and platonic dialogue.
heat slides off my breasts,
his soft tongue licking
up tender epiphanies.
Friday, September 16th, 2005
5:53 pm
[herrhoney]
5:28 pm
[herrhoney]
Biscuits
Biscuits
of Love
I'm carrying in my pockets
to you
for our love
it stinks
after we've made them together
but who minds
who knows
who the hell cares
Fill me up
Shit

-- L.D. Honey
7:33 pm
[the_blimp]
I'll Name Your Head the Head That Grows
I'll name your head the head that grows
and I'll wear it on my sleeve
I'll go to where it never snows
And there I'll take my leave

I'll just sit there on my stump
And you'll just grow and grow
They'll all wonder where you are
But they will never know

I'll name your head the head that grows
And you will take my skin
People might ask me where it stops
But I don't know where to begin

-Knowah Riggs (pseudonym!)
Thursday, September 15th, 2005
7:23 pm
[tasukete]
My dog is frozen.
His tail no longer wags.
Why must I wait in line for potatoes?
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