watch me disappear.

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 07:15:57 GMT

i'm finally gonna start that 50 books thing. Should've started it two weeks ago when I was really reading, but meh. I'll start soon. What will be my first victim?!'

p.s. when i finish, i expect to be a genius.

space

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 03:38:06 GMT

my hands are fists, and i'm walking, gracefully.

all you can do is try to know who your friends are.

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 04:53:15 GMT

i'll pull for you.
extend my bones and arch
my back so that y
ou can keep time
quicker cleaner easier
i'll redden my lips
twist my tongue
it all comes back to
us now
we're burdened by the fabric
delicate in oppression
countless, like so many others
just a shape that we assume
and at the happiest times we think we've finally shed it
but my blood is still an inheritance
that will expire under these tumultuous rhythms
and like so many others things
i've no ability to alter it
yet i will cower underneath you when you say we will embody the revolution
i will bless every pore of you with my eyelashes
and lay still while you bring me back to the ground

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 03:42:01 GMT

Oh, but am I not just an extension of you?
A mere memory pulled out of you, and rendered somewhat alive?
Just a second; I hear the cacophony.
She is just a sinner, they say.
Put it away!
We can't be seen with these banned books.
Through the caves! Fear the trees!
Suck it in. Smoke isn't so bad to digest.
I have weights on my wrists. Illustrations of my pleas.
My teeth grow and turn to milk.
In an empty room, we all pray.
I just want to grasp you
and let you breathe again.
But I have tangled my leaves and shrank
upon inspection
and am no more than a carcass, next in line.

i am pokemon.

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:38:19 GMT

well, third try. and i'll be accepting this time.
because i've got a clean bed, and it resembles an ocean
and i'm ready to be a blank canvas.