I like doting on men. Saying sweet shit like I don’t ever need anything else but you and making them poetry, and stories and songs and doing all of the stupid and specific sex shit they like and acting all vulnerable and innocent and pleasant and letting them fuck me whenever and wherever they want…
Tag: crazy
Mother Moonlight Starshine
I’m shiny and 12 again. I’m scraping the topsoil with my hands. When I was 12 I used to love when I got sweaty and funky and other people would say you stink and it would make me cry but those tears and those insults and purposely skipping baths helped me to feel like I…
Core Disturbances
Don’t kiss me and mean it, don’t call me. I need you to be a passing thing. Don’t cry on my shoulder and let me dry your tears, I need you to be an unrealistic dream. Don’t text me and say you love me, don’t see me. I need you to be imaginary and pretending….
Impish Nights
Dizzy delirium detour dooms desperate dark dusky dragon dames Each eager elated edge entrances ego’s ever evolving endgame Vacant vacuous velocity viciously vibrates vinegar’s vain veins Indispensable iridescent idioms itch incandescent inclusion is inane Love leaves luxurious leftovers Lethargically licking limits lowly lain…
Lunatic
I am nearly drowning….. If they sold replicas of you on the internet I’d have bought all of them by now and still be mad that none of them are really you…. Is there anything better in this stupid world then seeing your fantasy unfurl? Hello monster that I brought to life You’re mine. And you…
Brains or Signature on the contract
So Marisa hoped for the best. See, Ethan had just texted her a picture of him getting on a dumpy paddle boat with his eldest step daughter at Santa Monica Pier. He’d shaved off all of his red hair and put on a few pounds. The smiling duo were dressed like Michael Corleone and Fredo…
Single Occupancy
Most don’t volunteer to spend a whole evening here But I did, I did, so I’m strange Often the padded cell, like a comfy hell Is a place to disengage But for me, No honey, not for me Its the only place that I can be safe from the liquidy and bubbly star glitter in your eyes…
Outre
On blissful thoughts you float into her bubble gum covered cavern hoping against hope for hopeful things Pretty balloons always deflate strangely intoxicated by nothing at all Swaying too and fro on peculiar saliva in unpredictable places Cotton candy is only good when it’s fresh She swings a high wire rope Tomorrow and tomorrow and…
Non compos mentis
I really don’t have to think about any of this. I can train myself, to only think about moon light and what my next meal will be. But then I think, if all I am concerned with is food and shelter, then I am merely surviving in the world and isn’t the goal to be…
