There will always be a place for pretty girls to perish. And any place is made worthy by a perishable pretty girl. Sandfly in my room. I know how you feel buddy. Whenever I lunge at someone’s face, they flutter their hands at me, too. In a dream, I was in a seamy, sunless greenhouse and the light switch was flicked but I couldn’t see. You came in and bleached the air, only then did I notice I...
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Spend More Time
When you were up, I said you were looking well. And you just watched me wish for something more meaningful to say. I would have said you were radiant. My mouth was clammy and aching from coffee and early-morning dehydration. My lips stuck to one another, an awkward embrace. Like a sticky summer night I thought we’d spend. I am a blemish on my city. Everybody here knows each other, or assumes they...
Telling You Was Wasted
I’m not making peace with anything, and you can suck my dick if you think I should. There is nothing that I ‘should’ make peace with. And I’m under the impression that peace is not something that should be ‘made’. Peace isn’t something you should have to pressure and push at all angles until it throbs and finally allows itself to flow fluid. Peace is my alter-ego, her name is Pushover and like...
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When I was fifteen, I spent a lesson discussing what we wanted to do when we were older, we were encouraged to write it down. This gave me an idea to write an essay in the form of an ostracized nine-year-old boy. I recently found a disk containing everything that was on my family hard-drive from the ages of ten to sixteen, when we bought a new computer. On it I found this: 4-August-2006 What I...
Henpecked and Hollowed
I am disappointed, ever. The indifference you see, the aloof and chilled features I put forward, it’s not my attempt at beguilement. It’s my aspirations death, descending on my face. It feels that my youth was a performance in a cheap theater with heavy makeup and shitty lighting. Nothing much was achieved. There were problems, and I fixed them, sometimes with the help of others.. Yes,...
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Ceiling Fan Friends
You couldn’t possibly know. Everyone reflects, with me. Everybody understands. The stubborn bleats of machines and my favourite thing. It came and he went, I just don’t know which direction. You were my ten o’clock in the morning and my eleven o’clock at night. The stretching of my skin to fit in hips and breasts and thighs. You were an idol, of sorts. You were my vegetarian plate at barbeques...
Up For Anything (Again)
This is nothing: Leave the brilliant of before behind. For the fantastic of the future. My plans involve a skyline you don’t share. Sucker. Gym at 5pm. Feels like highschool. Except a highschool I didn’t attend. Girls were never mean to me, really. Until I started sharing sheets (and maybe too many beds). But even then, the good ones hung on. Pretty little barnacles. Thanks for enduring my...
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It Fits Me Just Fine
Raining again. Remember you spitting over the balcony after the gig and we were all drunk and laughing. Claiming who had better genitals. It was spitting then, my hair curling at the ends. She grabbed my face and asked who could hate it. Later on, when I looked in the mirror, I tried to find the un-detestable, came up empty handed. Or rather, hands full; of cheeks, of pin-prick eyes and all the...