January 2010
30 posts
It’s too late. Always has been. Always will be.
(I love you Grace!!!)
Gimpel Family Beach Party :P
86 Floors Later
I’m gonna be a filthy beast tonight.
Froth hanging from my quivering lips, your pelvis pressed against mine. Feeling hot breath against my neck, as I slowly slink into deeper waters.
writers wanted
I started writing my novel today..
“we would believe in anything”
The best revenge is living well. - Oscar Wilde
“things are finally looking up for buckles…”
i dont know why but if i think of this sentence i cant not laugh at it..
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you…
wondering wondering
I want to scream,
to bath in blood,
breathe smoke,
hear bones break under my heels,
afterwards I want to
fall asleep in your arms
and cry and cry
and sleep and
sleep and
sleep.
I know you from somewhere. Where do you come from? Why do you look so aged though you seem so young? I can’t remember where I saw you and don’t mean to. I just want to know why I’ve forgotten
I lie naked in the fields and wait for the sun to smile at me and only me. The pursuit of such an elusive prospect is humbling but nevertheless rewarding. I expect that some day soon she will notice my gaze and meet it, her smile burning my flesh and soul into the daisies.
A spot of Polka - By JR Lizardbreath
Walking along the coast, the ruckus of the carnival in my right ear, seagull coos and crashing waves in my left. The cigarette in my hand seems of the utmost importance but it slowly slips out of my fingertips as I lumber across the sand and stones, I barely notice its’ absence. People and water shift in and out of focus as hair whips my lashes and eyelids. Sounds of the world around me become...
Something about that boy just ain’t right…