December 2011
9 posts
just got off the sky-phone-image-thingy with my best lass friend s h a y l o kid. loving a human never felt so heaven ordained-and-validated-by-fate-like.
i still don’t know what i want this child to turn into yet. i pray aesthetics doesn’t spoil her soul. nor will i allow her to get caught-UP in the rapture of “assumed eclecticism”. such a scary crowd to jump into. you don’t know whose gonna catch you over there…you know. in all that noise. its like a labyrinth made into a jungle over there. those folkies...
PrayingMantis
it was in a pastel voice when she told me to “fuck her”
i was drowning in my weight at the time.
so tempting her softness was under the gauze of the blue light. she was a well that i knew i was going to fall in. i was suicidal. a sailor yearning to die at the hands of water and she played the part well.
hell.
thats what she felt like.
felt good like wrath and...
plenty of i d e a s. but no idea how to fill space with them. hopefully it doesn’t take the kiddochi too many eons to figure i t out. or maybe this swim will do the trick. m a y b e.maybe.
