punkydilemma

the unabomber was wrong it is and shouldbe have your cake and eat it too. Ive spent the entire day shirtless and I want a glass of lemonade

They played small town boy in the club and the sweat on that boy’s neck was salt and my dreams became real

Hello my name is marmalade hoverfly me and my swarm are crowning through a tree hollow to devour your apple core. The Cure is playing under the rainfall. The melody of my cat. Fondness clenches my heart in its fist and I am magnetically drawn to the halo in your periphery. I turn around and head back home again. My swarm is now devouring a cucumber slice. Want to play cards later?

Saw a fox while running home. Turf grass and rocks are embedded in my knees and she brushes them gently from my skin. Remembering listening to the late night shipments being delivered to the loading dock behind my house when I was eight and dreaming of gas steam. Rain city.

The humidity is something you have to wade through alike to pressing against a turnstile with your waist, I can feel it pass through my fingers when I wave my arms through the air. It feels like steam is rising from my skin and drifting out the open window of my room. Drinking wine in the backyard while rainfall softly begins. Walking backwards watching the burning blue summer sky. I found a massacred bird in the park, the soft feathered body crumpled. I am longing for a body.

The phone is ringing and I realise we are timezones and oceans apart The words I speak in the middle of my night fall on your yesterday’s heart

All the dust in my room makes the back of my throat feel sharp. I’ve stabbed myself in the fingers with a needle one million times. I lost my cross on a walk. I kissed the bones of a tree. I laid black pants down on my carpet and they came up covered in cat hair. Every morning I eat two eggs and then I spend all day researching. I look in the mirror and my pupils are as dark as they’ve ever been. My dictionary has no vulgar words in it. Today I flipped to a random page and found the word Excruciating. I am a loser. Take it how you will. Life is lovely.

Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor. Look at me

I should write my thesis on Graceland

i am writing my manifesto. lots about trees and praying

I can smudge my guyliner. Doctor of rice. Pump it up! It’s for men. We drink and you lie. Everybody lies! I wish they all could be California girls!

All of the nights we’d harmonize til daaaaaaawn