

pink glasses and licking lipsi am building a house of cards a tower of babylon, as it were my grand creation, my temple of self-indulgence my folly! putting my eggs in one basket? NO! surely not. but oh yes. oh yes. when i put my ear to the heart of the matter it sounds like an angry machine spitting steam and rivets lies and empty promises everything i want to hear. i can't say i'm really surprised, but it breaks my heart whenever i come up short when i bring down my mallets and the melody escapes me every time.pink glasses and licking lips


coming back to ellensburgon an icey highway, darkened now and starry skies filled with clouds my eyes walked the lanes and tripped on lines and ears full of hollow soundscoming back to ellensburg
i remember summer winds trembling gently in the wheel below my fingers and though i ride with company lonely, i drift through the night to my little island
to stay my mind in quiet places or send my tongue on pointless chases


a dreamit isn't so unusual that i wake up in the middle of the night like thisa dream
so disoriented this home is not my home anymore it's no one's home just somewhere i keep my past and pictures of people i don't know sleeping above all my skeletons so it's not so unusual that i wake up like this
i'm back in the dorm and when the door opens the hall is dark much darker than i remember it ever being i almost slip just as i leave the room someone spilt something on the tile floor my irritation is constant and painful it seems like my center is missing, my place in gravity is lost i cl


cherry woodcherry wood is what my insides arecherry wood
all smooth
all full of stains and waves. and upon all that
is a fine layer of dust. each grain, upon closer inspection, is so precariously placed that only a few artists could be so precise. i am so proud, so complacent, so full of platitudes! I BRING MY FOOT DOWN and it all bends and breaks down near the surface but from far away, it's like a hurricane and from even farther, it's only spring cleaning and me, jealous of my silence and isolation,
i am the curator of this museum my gallery of nothing tending to my fin


Everything to LoseFreight containers for collapsible lungs This month is as good as any for an escape If I didn’t believe, why did I come back?Everything to Lose
Hope being the poison of choice This is self destruction at it’s finest (You knew I had everything to lose)
The smile he wore that night as he pushed on my shoulders and made crass remarks The most gorgeous thing I have ever seen Would I? In a flustered heartbeat, curious eyes,
not on your life.
So you were the figure outside my bedroom window The one I so carefully cover with sheets, tucked right to the corners Trying t


no you didn'tyou read me like a book but i guess you didn't like the ending (i liked your style i just missed the plot) i'm sorry you turned my pages and wastedno you didn't
your time on my words (your ending was
sort of
predictable) sorry you felt this way i only ever wanted to please you i wanted you to be happy to feel that the ending was familiar (and i didn't)
you say you wrote this song the lyrics were exquisite it was sad and beautiful (thanks but i didn't mean it) the theme and variation were so intricately e
Mobile Home
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A.M. Johnson
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^^ Pardon this guy... he's not too good at interacting with other people.
And thanks for the visit... your stuff is amazingly uncensored. I love that.
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Je suis défectueux et content.
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