gorilla on the bridge
The drain is still clogged despite the chemicals I poured down it. I guess not everything can so easily seep through narrow openings. At least not the way you make me. I want to be hammered, pounded, crammed tightly with you. I want every inch of you. Every ounce of you. Every drop of you. And I want you to breathe, consume, imbibe me entirely. I want me in your lungs. Me in your sight. ...
Was bedeute ich, wenn ich “Ich bin klein- ich will größer sein,” sagen? Manchmal schüchterst du mich ein, denn ich bin nicht so konventionell oder kultiviertet. Herausforderungen sind theoretisch gut aber es erinnert mich über ein Projekt zu sein. Ich bin nur- immer, aber nur- mein eigen Projekt. Am meisten bin ich allein fähig. Aber ich will mehr oft fähig lernen. Ich habe keine...
We could do anything at all. Any time at all.
Dream: OxyA is around. I just know somehow he exists. I have been in that silver Infinity G35. Recently. And unknowingly. Alice comes to pick me up from something. A car wash? She is with two male friends. I converse with them and recognize one from grade school. I am in the back seat and I cannot see the driver. I continue talking. At one point I mention that the path to my right was...
i love you dag nabbit ok imma go to bed even though its just me im so happy living in this rightness i have been gifted with with you haw geeeez more days, always more days i like days! frühlingspause! HOORAY liebzes liebzes liebzes sip me all day, im your teaaaacuuppp [“yyyeeeaaahhhh X}~”] obviouslyy i need to go asleeep!!!!!!!!! MWUAH <3 <3 <3 ...
blackpastel h-story hellobye
I drew a lot of curved shapes on a very large white paper. The pink, the brown, the red, the pale blue. Eyes were closed. Mouths were open. That paper was only the dark side of the word I was asked to portray. Nervous, I drew it large. I drew stares and smears and sputum. I drew static. It used to be such physical gibberish. I want to keep it as far away from you as possible. How can I...
I can’t get enough of you. Bathe me in the remnants of fallen walls. Show me everything. I love it all. I’ve never had something like this before, either. I know I’m young. Also old. I’ve never been so willing to join myself, my spirit, with someone else. I’ve never even fathomed being able to say, “I need tenderness,” or “Touch me here,...
You make me change colors from the inside out.
Check your email.
HOLY SHIT i knew there was something else about this date. the irony.
Lax Dream Recall: I am in therapy, talking about you and drawing a tree behind a usual female figure. She seems somewhat accusatory, trying to tell me that I am angry. But I don’t feel angry. Instead, I continue drawing branches on the tree. Then she thinks that I am being defiant, that I will go binge eat after therapy. The thought had not crossed my mind. I tell her about you. She...
whose door is it
Everything is right, save for sleep schedules, which will be adjusted soon enough. I’m happy. I don’t need to trust that happiness, nor do I need to not trust it. All I need to do is absorb it and enjoy it and spread it if I feel inclined. I love the way we share ourselves and value every bit of it. I love your hot breath, your roaming hands, your artful tongue. Your voice sinks...
things of the life
[I translated.] I wake up sore and dreary. This happens. I don’t know why I feel so morose. Something feels wrong. What is it? Everything feels tiring. Everything except for you. Your special contact alleviates this tediousness I feel. It is possible that I am just going through something right now. Despite fluoxetine. Maybe I need to stay home today. Paint. Work on four. Maybe...
Trash Eater With this ambush, trash falls from...