Thriving Vices

I'm so. tired. We're a generation that doesn't know How to be honest with each other You can't even plunge the dagger in until I ask you to. Where's the courage in that? Where's the life force?

the problem when we touch is that my pelvis does the talking she creates a bound of space my head can't catch up i get swallowed in your kiss my mind disappears she's blindfolded along for the ride when we come up to breathe she awakens, we awaken and she doesn't know where we are and even i can’t explain it to her because we're lost and we’ve gone too far without her

you know it’s #tbt when you have a tab open for sopranos season 1 and coinstar

Dating is a joke.. did I mention that already?

Online, falling in love with ideas of people.

this wednesday has been lapped by a snail and soaked in anxiety minds skipping rope in slow mo’ sipping tea to the ticks skipping rocks in the harbor maybe i’ll lay in the grass maybe i’ll write a book maybe not i’ll take a speed walk and every stone will push you into the ground every corner turned, i am racing further heart pounding to my beat

soiled sweat sexy we tie ourselves up in these pretty little bows this crisp wrapping we tie ourselves neat we tie ourselves as tight as possible i tie myself uptight in the morning as close to "conventional" scoop the soil in a bowl and hide it in a closet hide it in a dressing room hide it from myself we wouldn't even recognize me still, sales are down in the third quarter

It seems I am constantly trying to rid myself of experiences; constantly trying not to be phased by people. Trying to stop chalking it up to this, that or nothing at all. Being rich with emotion for a few days leaves my mind ragged, but instead of absorbing I am compelled to discard everything and pretend to be intact. It's unfortunate to desire to forget something pleasant, just because that's all it was.

had I had too much punch? the floor was covered dripping with neon blue and galactic red smears of turquoise washed with pink I won't clean it up we could only hope this burst was permanent

I'm trying to give, but sometimes they just won't take it.

homogenized for mass consumption swallow me easy i’ve been pre chewed and pulverized put my dressing on you hunger for factory satisfaction uniform packaging i’ve been pressed and molded cut up, filed down stuffed & plucked it’s in the presentation baby it’s not eat or be eaten it’s be eaten

here I am, throwing these words out on the table in a lockbox

just give me zip don't  zip me up or down do not untie me i want to be tied shut or tied up i want to be laced to the gills or hollowed out it's what i want when i want or give me nothing none of your in betweens none of your confused-but-not-misplaced intentions none of your take backs nada