0412081951

I love how your clothes stick to you
How your back arches
Your pupils dilate
your legs part
when you look at me
and I know you want me
I smile
I gesture
We stretch
And your body quivers
I can feel your hair stand on end
All I can do is want you
When you look at me
With your quickened breath
and heighten senses
I know
that deep down
This is the only was possible
That we could want / need each other
I want more so bad
But all i can think of
is how bad all this will end
You'll never talk to me again
and thats how it will be
I hope it ends better
04/12/08 19:51

0412081940

My mind cranking
The chest burns
my lungs are twisting
And I'm on the pavement
It's cold
And I like it
I'm laying on my driveway
starring out at the sky
There is no sky There are no stars
The moon is plain
Everything is dark
My mind is blank
But I am euphoric
I am laughing
Because without them
I am fine
I am happy without them
I don't have to worry
I am myself
Today I will tell them the truth
04/12/08 19:40

Yard work 0412082009

So I decided that in the future I can not do yard work, It's absolutely dreadful... All I wanted to do was go somewhere, and the Nazi of my Movement decreed that I should do work before going anywhere, I raked out the leaves and was forced to mow the front lawn, I can't mow very well, in fact it's almost comical how garbage I am. my churchie neighbors hire Mexican workers to do there yard work, and so do my other neighbors that the IRS are looking for. Now when i came out in my royal blue puma shorts, and Morrissey shirt with a pair of dirty old vans I figured that no one was going to be worried for I had come to butcher my front yard. Wrong, the yard workers from both neighbors were working on the yards, with all of their fancy mowers, blowers and sheers. Me and my childish frail figure halls out a lawn mower that could engulf me. I look at them smile, pump the button on the side, and it takes me about five minutes to get the irritated piece of machinery working. They look at my and say something in Spanish, I start to mow dancing to my ipod which was playing Ok Go at the time, I probably looked ridiculous but at that time I don't think I really cared much. While the yard workers on both sides of me make these perfect little lawns, i continue to slaughter this piece of greenery in front of me, i then remembered you can't spell slaughter without laughter and I commenced to burst out in a frantic hysteria, and I ran into my weak little tree in the front. At this point I am certain the workers think I'm insane, I finish my job and go inside. I come back out to get the mail only to discover the yard workers had come and gone over my lawn because the site of my work must have made their stomachs turn, it is only so apparent that my irish side shows more than my Mexican half.
04/12/08 20:09