Friday, February 28, 2003
Oishii
recommended comfort food - bbq fritos, you know the twisty kind. smelled meat today and almost threw up. looks like i threw another thing out the window. vanilla coke not doing it's job. caffiene is such a joke. placebo makes the world go round. brian molko i'd like to take for a spin. smiled at short boy on way home - big smile - he grins back, says hello and stares. score. another blonde boy that goes by the myth. a funny man is worth his weight in cheese curls or perhaps Planter's cheez ballz. haven't had those in ages. big tub canister nessled into between my thighs zoning out with a good book and listening to "holiday (with zack)" on repeat in my head. hurry make the cd before i forget the words. see all friends become famous while i get offered ice cream outside the arlington street utilitarian street church. i accept it because there is nothing better than free ice cream. getting the hummingbird tattoo on lower back on left right next to birthmark. it looks like i was born with it. i smile and its been years. apostrophes become passe and we break all the grammar rules and everyone begins speaking in japanese but i forget what everything means and i'm confused - as always. i cry. i sping. you take a big leap from the mountain top and i don't miss you one bit. i fall after you. highlander.
fraudian slip finally ending that relationship and i lose everything. streets of boston cluttered with old emerson students making love in the common. close my eyes and pinch my forearm - it disappears and wake up late for class, still alone. shower burning tender feet. red roses turn cheeks of white to plum. i am the ice queen to your people-hating image. we get along. we tell no one.
battling robots in silence is easier than battling robots in numbers of three. you are my cowboy and i'm still your kitten. no more adventures because cowboys are replaced with risk-takers and i've found one. we hate together. what is love?
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recommended comfort food - bbq fritos, you know the twisty kind. smelled meat today and almost threw up. looks like i threw another thing out the window. vanilla coke not doing it's job. caffiene is such a joke. placebo makes the world go round. brian molko i'd like to take for a spin. smiled at short boy on way home - big smile - he grins back, says hello and stares. score. another blonde boy that goes by the myth. a funny man is worth his weight in cheese curls or perhaps Planter's cheez ballz. haven't had those in ages. big tub canister nessled into between my thighs zoning out with a good book and listening to "holiday (with zack)" on repeat in my head. hurry make the cd before i forget the words. see all friends become famous while i get offered ice cream outside the arlington street utilitarian street church. i accept it because there is nothing better than free ice cream. getting the hummingbird tattoo on lower back on left right next to birthmark. it looks like i was born with it. i smile and its been years. apostrophes become passe and we break all the grammar rules and everyone begins speaking in japanese but i forget what everything means and i'm confused - as always. i cry. i sping. you take a big leap from the mountain top and i don't miss you one bit. i fall after you. highlander.
fraudian slip finally ending that relationship and i lose everything. streets of boston cluttered with old emerson students making love in the common. close my eyes and pinch my forearm - it disappears and wake up late for class, still alone. shower burning tender feet. red roses turn cheeks of white to plum. i am the ice queen to your people-hating image. we get along. we tell no one.
battling robots in silence is easier than battling robots in numbers of three. you are my cowboy and i'm still your kitten. no more adventures because cowboys are replaced with risk-takers and i've found one. we hate together. what is love?
¶ 10:31 PM
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