I don’t want your fear-being afraid is a waste of your precious energies, sweetie- I want you open, vulnerable, willing and most importantly, resigned. Let me help you to become the greatest man who ever lived this way, my way, is the only way for you to get better at suffering. I tell you when … Continue reading Masochism Potion #9
It’s so strange but it’s so true… The first white dude said, that cut’s killer on you! The second one said, why you walking around all sexy now, with your brand new style girl, its stunning, damn, pow! The third one said, about time, shiiiittttt, now I can pull your hair with no weave in … Continue reading Bathsheba’s Tears
I want to be that bitch but apparently I’m this bitch. I want to control the universe but obviously I am leaning toward death. So I lean forward and I kneel to pray and I suck his dick again. I want to hold him still but I know that any quiet is bull shit. I … Continue reading God to Me
Well now. Great tidings and many blessings blah blah blah… pfft, I don’t even know if you use this e-mail address anymore. Doesn’t matter really, I just miss talking to you. I feel like I have been in Ohio forever. I feel like I have come here to die and was unaware. I’m fighting the … Continue reading Confessions of Black Brigitte Nielsen
Put your hand over the flame again- This time It won’t get burned. -Insanity I’ve only had one start to finish better day since I have been in Ohio than today. That day was the day that I met you. Since then, I have been, at your beck and call. And you know that you … Continue reading The Statue of Liberty
Its cloudy and it’s normal because June brings gloom But it’s hot and it’s exciting because the days have room And you’re just as beautiful as you were last year Right around this time when I didn’t know you’d appear I didn’t know then that you were mine I didn’t know then that I’d get … Continue reading Plastic Orange Popcicles
Fear. Wanton abandon lives right outside of this lyric but fear… Fear wears me, it buys me early in the morning from the neighborhood thrift store and tastes me against it’s formlessness Fear pretends that it cares, asks me how my day was because fear tries to test my strength and I can’t resist this … Continue reading Thinking of him while listening to Tool W/U
