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The corner of the door

unnamedLast night I woke up around 5 AM to go to the bathroom.
I had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Read the rest of this entry »

Email is a game that sad adults play

Candy

Eating easter candy purchased at full price in February.
Stewing and continuing to lose muscle mass.
Wasted calories that won’t burn.

Oppression, Then Ruin

Tarot cards of love
I pull the hair from my face
and wax from my thigh

Valentine

a numb smudge of flesh
loss of blood from vibrations
red to pink to white

PERFORMANCE ART OPEN SPACE (FEBRUARY)

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Panoply Performance Laboratory
February 2, 2014

fuck

what does flourish mean?
when I sing, I will be free
until then I’m dead.

Old Spice

I will buy old spice

but not to use on myself

just to remember

Old Spice is more than just a deodorant endorsed by Terry Crews.

It’s more than a way to prevent underarm odor.

It is what a man should smell like. Read the rest of this entry »

April 15, 2013

I recognized the back of his head

the cowlicks,

the soft texture,

the chestnut color,

the light coating of grease

he was walking home

slowly

I was across the street

running

I wanted to cross the street

to say hello

but my legs moved me forward

my feet slammed against the sidewalk

and i was accelerating

I sped up a side street

I leaned against a building

breathing hard

he turned onto his street

and I continued running

Bodies of Water

She flooded the seat
more puddle like than female
waves of fluid flesh

pansexual makeout party

buy a new lipstick
NARS pure matte valparaiso
“rich raspberry” tint

present participle

eavesdropping on my neighbors fucking
dreaming about nothing
sweating under velvet bed sheets
killing cockroaches

watching videos of the morbidly obese
eating handfuls of dry cereal
pouring milk into my mouth from the carton
worrying about getting fat Read the rest of this entry »

Paul Masson

November 19, 2012

grande amber brandy
you should have bought astroglide
aged in oak barrels

my favorite place

chinatown alone
nostalgic of being fat
sunday afternoon

 

Allison Wonderland

never have i ever felt so hopeless
my phone is a greenish gray and non responsive
nothin nothin gnoting notihing!!!!!

help me

fuck

my jacket seems green now

why is it so early

i want my mom?

it feels like 2 pm on the worst day of my life

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