tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759279583481315912012-02-16T05:56:59.150-05:00ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-21889788683980640842009-12-03T05:11:00.004-05:002009-12-10T14:02:00.100-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4154722043_951fc8ae6f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4154722043_951fc8ae6f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />do you ever feel like paul newman<br />in Lucky Luke<br />when he's in the church<br />staring into the void of god's turned back<br />sweaty, your bumbling friend tries to blabber<br />and bullets end: <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />what we seem to have here, is a lack of communication..</span><br /><br />but how do you tell boss<br />that yeah, net profit is down<br />but so is sanity and<br />moral<br /><br />your professors that<br />i'm sorry you sell yourself first<br />and educate fourth<br /><br />her that<br />being an occasional whore<br />just isn't enough<br />fulltime whore is all i can aspire to be<br /><br />sidewalk worms is all this is<br />cold damp dying decomposers on man-made stone<br />point a to<br />point b<br />soon to die<br />and wither<br />corpses baked in the sun until vanishing miraculously<br />or dusted shadows exhibited<br /><br />nature's low-ball humor<br />that's quite over my head<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-2188978868398064084?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-43863725846487419572009-10-23T04:25:00.001-04:002009-10-23T04:25:52.398-04:00the new<br />dick exhibits<br />male pattern balding<br /><br />new dick<br />has<br />something unknown<br />to self<br /><br />present dick<br />came after someone else<br />who came after me<br /><br />new dick<br />did come though<br />(cum)<br />though,<br /><br />new dick<br />filled a hole<br />maybe in a<br />heart<br /><br />new dick<br />knew little<br /><br />new dick<br />bigger?, i ask<br />not wanting<br />(needing)<br />to know<br />the answer<br /><br />knew<br />known<br />dick<br />having push old useless<br />dick out of the (pussy) picture<br />..(d<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-4386372584648741957?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-27608491664530828872009-10-22T22:09:00.003-04:002009-10-22T22:50:33.456-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35751550@N03/sets/72157622518679815/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4007744542_fc70cfddc0_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />linens<br />no lights<br />for twenty one years<br />i pass you<br /><br />let'(us)<br />get on down<br />to business<br />we are after all<br />biologically<br />emotionally<br />tied to it<br /><br />lighting the fuse<br />to the ensuing bottle rocket<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">psssssssht-pssshoooom<br />pop</span><br /><br />no second chance.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">thee</span><br />last stand<br />found wanting<br /><br />i wish to rip off<br />that sink<br />that counter<br />those bedsheets<br />stains<br />package them<br />to be thrown to the river<br />engulfed in a falling wind<br />splash (<span style="font-style: italic;">gulp</span>)<br />and forgotten<br /><br />never again-<br />but for a moment almost once-<br />will it ever be<br />that violent collision<br />between a prize and<br />it's folly<br /><br />d <span style="font-style: italic;">well</span><br />it is<br />how it<br />has gone.<br /><br />and left<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-2760849166453082887?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-86983501301985900052009-10-22T21:58:00.000-04:002009-10-22T21:59:16.182-04:00our<br />brown and red bodies<br />black dots<br />white eyes<br />are yours<br /><br />in these cold lonely months<br />we've always been for you<br />caressing corners above your bed<br />buzzing down<br />into beverages, mouths, ears<br /><br />we piss through our knees<br />to let you know we care<br />and that <br />we're sorry too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-8698350130198590005?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-11990062722004824022009-10-17T21:36:00.000-04:002009-10-17T21:50:35.254-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4020371569_9c3aa7dfb6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4020371569_9c3aa7dfb6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />tuesday:<br />you were changing<br />she thought you pointed<br />to a blouse<br />and let go<br />breaking you<br /><br />broken hip<br />bruised skull<br /><br />open her up!<br />open her up!<br /><br />( stroke)<br /><br />wednesday:<br />drugs age alzheimer's<br />pain<br />and all that <br />could be said<br />by you<br />was<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">oh god… oh god</span><br /><br />oh… ,<br />god<br /><br />Thursday:<br />you're gone<br /><br />he watched you stop<br />breathing<br />being<br />..<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">don't worry, you're in good hands</span><br />at $10/hr working with the loonies<br />with their slipping minds<br />rummage through<br />their jewelry<br />etc affects<br /> Drop<br /><br />good hands now<br />so they say<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-1199006272200482402?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375927958348131591.post-12812506554766946182009-10-17T01:40:00.000-04:002009-10-17T01:48:21.942-04:00i started with you<br />( us)<br />an after hours drunkard<br />punching out consciousness<br />praying<br />hoping for what would<br />could<br /> (was)<br /><br />kissed surrounded by death<br />fucked on concrete<br />fucked in transportation<br />sucked in transit<br />linger<br /><br />(ing) on <br />now;<br />consciously aware of past<br />(fucking glorious)<br />moments<br />i never came once without praise<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">thank you for loving me<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br />i never understood it<br />when you spoke th( )<br />having taken it for granted<br />i now here myself wishing to say the same<br />yet instead silently<br />sitting a whore<br />wailing<br />rabid<br />at the faintest distraction<br />(of)<br /><br />discarded pasts(<br />possible futures)<br />i never want this<br />if i (had it)<br />can not<br />with you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375927958348131591-1281250655476694618?l=lietomesweetly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ABOUT MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791887921712078253noreply@blogger.com0