I smashed it into a million pieces, and cut myself on its beauty
Somewhere near The world with a candle inside I got lost in:
Fuckin' Jesus told me to betray the conspiracy A silence that escapes, how it plagues my wandering thought the 0th dimension she does not know how much I need this Rhapsody in Red Sacred ground a long way from nowhere There are a couple of people in a cafe with only glass between them. And something important is happening We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity Your Ending Here Hunting Season Here is Today! Here is Morning! Hello Hello Hello Here I Am! Ground zero Do not be surprised, I have always been your canvas, Argenis. Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. Jar Jar Binks E2 Prose Writers Group Leaving the Warlock Death of a factory I glimpse the elephant piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning Why the willow weeps It was just a crush Star Wars Episode 1.1: The Phantom Edit The girl who climbs iron stairs to the heavens Why I torched the crack house So much nothing Angel of death, fallen Catch my tumbling thoughts and place them next to a spoon Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome. Advil It's a sin this not being ready, this not being up to it Ben Harper short story She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane. It was one of the worst things I have ever done "Shut up," he explainedLifetimes are catching up with me Just another moment lost in eternity Over the Hills and Far Away The broken shadow dances on the wall Close your eyes, I will help you prayTo fall in love we must abandon ourselves to nature What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space? My hands, a backrub, a cup of tea, my shoulder, my lips, my silence Stolen moments of infinite justice laughing across the arboretum This one is mine Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life. Write it. Tear it up. Like mother, like daughter Thoughts for Oliver on His DeathHow soft your fields so green can whisper tales of gore This is the only love The knight at the nexus of memory January 19, 2002 It could be the last time you see me alive Dream Log: November 21, 2001 Stealing parts of my heart with your glances A classic Zen tale Cafe Concerto a total loss of control over her life Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted I like this. It's pretty. This music crept by me upon the waters An Elevated Train Named Desire Shut up Elohim I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability Tiny sections of time which curl into memories don't care Lying next to someone at night Perfections like you Hello broken thing, may I sketch your smash pattern? Get your mind out of the gutter Looking forward to the back of my mind Things that could be I'm just so tired of waking up all alone Slaughterhouse Five It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one. Jar Jar 3:16 Left with his secrets, his picture and silence An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her No one has died World Turtle Even things as amazing as stars burn out The Dangers of Dating Smokers These and many other thoughts fill my mind while I lie recovering Mother and I Would Like to Know Chapstick I may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white As strangers they could speak, and it lifted the rain When I'm long dead, the bee will win My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon. Nathan, This Is Unacceptable A small space under the stairs You know it is going to be a strange day when you wake up dead Where were you that Saturday when it rained? Hidden in a violently beautiful, whispered thought Out of Season Warm sun rising over a cold black ocean. You are a soft wind.Halcyon+on+on answer: dropping glasses spindly arms against a sea of light Prophecy I never learned to dance We are all starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden The Serial Killer Jailbait Airline Lotto You love these machines. These machines are dead: a love story.