

Poem - 19th and GearySomedays you don't write because you are afraid. Some men are taking out a pane of glass, and a man walks underneath; you hear the crunch, and outside you see a truck, red, like his blood when the pane crashes down on him, and the truck driver outside looks in, tools in hand; he is the cause.Poem - 19th and Geary
But somehow the words aren't there. They don't know how red the red is, or what the man thought before it touched his naked neck, snapping his head to the side, spraying his life out onto the young intern, the little laughing girl, the old man or


Poem - June 8, 2008Today I sit in the car and wait for you to come back out of His apartment. The sun is low in the sky, a red giant resting his head, I see why he was a god. It is hot these days, and even though the sun is sinking I still sweat. It would irritate me, you bringing me here, but I know how jealous that would be, and I'm not trying to be jealous, so instead I talk to the sun god, his great back falling over the world, slipping away into night. "She's been gone awhile," I say, and he doesn't say anything but IPoem - June 8, 2008
oh yeah.
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
...stupid head XP
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Let's go play Yaoi Twister!^^
Scraps are people too!...sort of! -->[link]
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I would prefere to be hated for what I am than loved for what I am not.
keep up the good work, you sexy, sexy man.
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
i like all your deviations
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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