June 2010
3 posts
pour yourself a cup of tea, think about the...
my brain is trying to convince me that all the last heads are sitting in a row, waiting to crack me open and see that I’m a monster. I sort of just want to be done with this game. for a while I was playing xylophone on the notches of your spine, and I remember watching you participate in the rhythmic inhale and exhale. Your musical body. I forthwith stood bent over your spring of...
This is my first post. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything earth-shattering to say, so as an alternative, please enjoy this little poem:
I first met Lisa Holding a wrench over my head. She tried to blow her stack But she blew her nose instead.
Peace out, baby. xxx.
