Friday, January 28, 2005
"Great Crushes"
some relatives are too good for you, because they are scared.
I enjoy watching the simpsons right now. Curious George turns into furious George, was a line said by somebody. And marge and Homer are at the most greatest stage of their romantics, marriage. It's sweet to think about.
I'm thinking about Adam Klemm. I feel a connection. I feel like his side is caving in, his lung is shutting down, and he's drowning. Suffering. Gripping his hardest , to survive. And he has souls to feed. And not just his. It's truely painful, because i can feel it too. This god of mine, this friend. With a connection I know him as an angel. Maybe that's why he once was reminded, we were his angels. damaged, and pure loving. to have a love for this world would to mean , we find it beautiful. but it's horrifying. frying our selfish corpses .
To winter, To Ashes.
we are cold, cold cold.
warm me,
for the dear, James Adam Klemm..wishing.
rapidly trying to get skinny. i feel my temple impouded, with the rest of the many starving. i am ungrateful with the bones iv'e been bearing to bend, into a tighter frame. my mouth is bloated. and my skin is red;inside the heated mist of the shower. i am burning the curtains, that are for hiding from the outside. their thick trunks, and glamours muscle, is the outcome of days and days of hard work. hungry for perfection, hungry for the empty, that will fill me, perfectly. breath-taking
gradually, i was slowly becoming less of an addict. as my body controllably compelled its own self . disgusted at the look of. my 3 addictions. a clockwork manipulation of anything. im hungry for, a dropkick clenching pain in my stomache. dizzy and going blind, and you're drugged too. what was going on i thought, going crazy for something. kind of like a butterfly.
gasp/a mouth full of the freshest oxygen/ the steamy heat of her breath/ spinning my eyes in circles / panting, "last forever" / steady in the best company / spine tingle, nervous / and i feel heavier / touch tastes right / scares me quite / do with me however, naked begger / passionate, aww / she / sexy and raw
whistling, 'simplistic'. i forget sometimes
when you try to quit, you'll want another cigarette.
you'll get broken into, so you'll get an extra water
i am all the beautiful trashy things, maybe more.
unlike you i cant comply
i need to be breaded and sauced to taste good
you can be plain and you're still the tastiest food
my stomaches been waiting.
lingeringer in me, hungry.
such a pretty little thing.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 1:03 PM
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