Monday, May 28, 2012

I Don't want To Be Famous, I Just Want To Be Read.

these days people like to talk about having sex and tasting that hard cock with their broken hearts which whirls around in their rib cages so they take a swig of alcohol and smoke a cigarette and then look up at the stars which remind them of his eyes he’s was always so beautiful i traced his spine with my fingertips i kissed his clavicles and i cupped his sorrow in my hands and his veins bled ink because he wrote beautifully and sent letters and sipped tea and petted his cat while he sat on the other side of the room and watched t.v. and he had a beer in hand and was totally wasted and his breath smelled like whiskey and sorrow and there were old books on the floor the birds were singing outside and their memories were swept away by the ocean and everyone was in love - 

almost everyone was guilty of this at some point

(The above was written in a post-alcoholic state in the middle of the night. Management apologizes for any inconvenience.)

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