Takes me in her arms
Serene face smiling faintly
She closes her eyes

We hold each other
Rhythmically together
Embrace firm but soft

highly erotic
Her face inches from my own
Her Oh so pink lips!

Her face is flushed pink
Lips are full with arousal
Her arms hold me close

I am aroused! But!
I want her! Now!

Right now! This second!
She is the sexiest thing
On all of gods earth

once more i'm sorry
i've offended your virgin
sensibilities

Arrogance is not
attractive no matter how
smart a person is.

a theory of lit
inspired by ADD
unreadable shite

He always posts in
waves, often with beauty, but
a contrary sort.

Oh and what went down
is now going to come back up
I just feel like it

more billions and more
until gazillions lose score
then wipe it all out

as for james frey
tastes aside, the man suffered
and the parable?

he lashed out due to
his own suffering narcissism
and then stopped being

FUCKED UP!!!! retard voice
I didn't like naked lunch either
so much... too many hanging scenes...

pass the chianti
this is going to be a very
interesting long lifetime

hmm...

knife used to cut chives
knife used to draw quarters
knife used to cut steak

knife used to cut rope
knife used to cut loose ends
knife in surgery...but

in soul the words cut
deeper, divide the thoughts
occam had a razor

so mr suicidial elitist
who fits your taste on the bill
I like burger king

I am liking mr. henry miller
now shall thou shoot it down
or shall i use my lucky

hat's powers on you?
the authority of a silly
hat and a jacket...

suits, ties, persuasion
and still lost in circles
leading to various hells

we focus on the
specks in each other's eyes
in denial of our own

logs...huh huh...logs...
who wants a pet log?

aw, can't you just put
away the blade for me or you
taste is taste then

I knew depressed learned
men killing others, then themselves
no concept of grace...

it really sucked, such
wasted potential, smart but
still the class bully

marvelous winebot
delightful taste carosel
card like glass empty

when i'm feeling sad
i bring the blade to my skin
no one knows or cares

Since I can't decide
whether I should paint or sing,
I'll do this instead.

staring into space
the world seems very distant
but it's right here now

She won't do me good
She is way the hell away
An eight minute drive.

When I'm insecure,
I tend to get paranoid
with self-focused fear.

Who is multi-faced?
Surely you must understand
why I went nameless.

Will I leave my room
to enjoy the sunshine, or
will I hide some more?

No one's trapping me,
yet I stay here, still acting
as though I'm confined.

sometimes I just think
if its over the rainbow
why would I want to

you wont reveal it
what it.but your enigma
of many faces

things have come to change
he is getting fatter but
I'm in love again..xoxo

don't you mean james frey?
either way you have awful
literary taste

I know stephen frey
was in a million pieces
but a damn good read...

my apologies
i go a bit too far some times
when i'm off my meds

Poems about rape
bring back bad memories, so
please be sensitive.

mother holds my hand
i think the sharks might eat me
then i wet myself

floating on pleasure
melting in the afterglow
of new found friendship

no, you may not leave
there are only two choices
the dick or the knife

The moon faintly shines
before the sun has hidden
beneath the water.

I am struck by the
beauty of light glowing through
yellow-orange leaves.

Pigs for Ramadan
Porcine ballistic Mecca
Sea of swine altar

Zorcob the Pig-man
Carnal crematoria
Papal dioxin

Conservative crunch
Infinite ganja groupies
Sacred laxative

i have ravaged you
your insides--a bloody mess
yes, cry, cry some more

the useless burden
of carrying another
cross, our own to bear

we ask for a way
out and the doors all shut one
by one by one, slam

words words words, spiral
in context and out of it
reflecting real time

Jesus rode to town
on an ass, exulted then
driving, forget it.

oh, i wish i were
a john mayer assassin
his silence, my dream

inebriated
at a loss for words for once
oh go fuck a couch

onset of winter
I am drained and want to sleep
help I can't get up

a big pile of shit
everything we do is waste
just be happy 'k

Do you feel like you
are wasting your life online
instead of living?

The idealist is
inevitably crushed by
harsh reality.

The day passes on
he hopes only to see one
far off from here, now.

Held intact by my
denial, the blindfold ties
fragments together.

My music seeps out
from a hole that never heals,
bleeding how this feels.