April 2009
Madam Life's a Piece in Bloom
Madam Life’s a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
Shes’s the tenant of the room
He’s the ruffian on the stair.
You shall see her as a friend,
You shall bilk him once or twice;
But he’ll trap you in the end,
And he’ll stick you for her price.
With his kneebones at your chest,
And his knuckles in your throat,
You would reason...
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
Ms. fucking Edna St. Vincent Millay
cont'd
all ready
stripped down
to the bare bones, done
surveying the damage with satisfaction.
next round:
on the bar,
menancing
empty
tumblers like a gang of thugs, just asking,
“whaddya gonna do now,
fucker? whaddya gonna do, hmmm?”
deep breath.
you go in for it.
push back,
screams and moans
that sound like they’re coming,
not from you, but
from you
vibrating...
on the bar
empty tumblers like a gang of thugs, just asking, “what are you going to do now?”
March 2009
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley (via megamazing) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon) (via endosymbiotic)
heartbreak is like an orgasm
a cresendo of relief after building tension.
privacy, please.
i was told today that even if you completely erase your hard drive like a million times with crazy software, it never fully gets erased and the information is still retrievable.
and paper shredders? two CIA assistants, two days of work.
the only real way to destroy information from your hard drive is to smash it with a hammer and then drill holes into it.
as for a paper trail? burn that...
dalliance (n.)
the act of dallying; flirting, toying, or trifling.
OR
a casual romantic or sexual relationship - brief or casual involvement with something.
