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The alley is too dark but
I walk through it, anyways.
The bath scalds my skin but
I sit in it, anyways.
Both serve as reminders that I'm still
Al..
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My body is not frail butif you touch me the wrong way,I still might break into the shapesof letters written in braille.Only sharper.My body is braille..
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When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a princess.I thought it was an occupation I could maintain with
my daddy'sgreasy hand prints on my sides an..
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You'll never believe this.And probably, you shouldn't.But you're going to want to andthat's what it's all about.A sensual illusion, illuminatedby soft..
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Whiskey and wine orbeer and cigarettes, ittakes a substance to write a line.Regret begets regret begetspassion begets whiskey and wine orbeer and ciga..
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He used to look over at me and say“Al,” he would say“I am done denying myself the things I want and that is why you are here.”..
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Ad Vitam Aut Culpam- Latin for "For life or until fault."
Advocatus Diaboli- "Devil's Advocate"
Ad perpetuam memoriam- "In perpetual memory"
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Drinking Bukowski andreading in red wine, ridingin your passenger seat,watchingmy thoughts drift away and disappearwith clouds of smoke outthe open wi..
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I am nothing more thana passing phase for those who say they love me. I leave a bad taste in your mouth likethe way your throat tastes just beforeyou ..
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My cigarette burns between my fingertips.
In my ears, the music plays too loud,
taking me away from here,
from this,
from your sick sense of entit..
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