

sal.sal, momma's dark eyes goof the rage in your curdledsal.
young blood: you aren't serious. in a minute you'll be killed off by a cowboy from playgroup and all the bounded support in momma's big ribcage couldn't save you down the asphalt; a whipped tree branch in your
eyes and you're sniveling: momma puts you where you are: in the house, in the yard, in the corner of a yellow room or an escalator. poor sal, with his brown knees looking
like little pieces of strained beef in momma's hands. she remembers sal in a plastic
case before his irises ch


feline impositionso these arefeline imposition
mine and only that - no exact words to guide this rhythm: okay, a simple rhyme; i'm a simple cat. no dog ambitions or chasing rats - just fur in the sun and a purr for a pat; and if i'm ignored? i can ignore that - no need impositions, no trouble, no existenstial verbal crap. just the sun in my pupils before i turn back - he was a hell of a man but he doesn't dig cats -


off the record marylike i told him i want defunct "that's my old man" love - i want hard handsoff the record mary
and a warm heart like
the good women of the new testament - without this dirty mind my worth can be regulated by the wholesale fear hawkers down salvation boulevard - high prices for former house cleaners, current virgins, and occasional whores -- sold for simple triple-ply luxury and all i need do is repair new damage
with lye and thread - i'll be Mother and the children won't know my name - the children will bless my nature - i will


the great warhol debatejust like that bitchthe great warhol debate
didn't exactly want to shoot andy--
just scare the dick off him --
i just want to scare that
every-pixel-equal smile off
your one-dimension mouth --
not a teacher here to
re-educate you on the meaning of (college) life or
the proverbs of
great teachers
like andy or that dyke that got him -- popped a cap in his
super star and mad-libbed her way into obscure kitchen arguments at 2AM --
i still don't think andy was as bad as you have been--
not that i'd shoot yo


Guilt by associationInnocent, we met as children. Selfless, we huddled together, seeking each other's counsel. Selfish, we stuggle alone, breaking each other's ambition. "Let there be no secrets between lovers," you said. Prove me guilty. Prove me guilty with your heart.Guilt by association
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I appreciate you calling me older, though. It's appreciated.
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~progressive-collab ~jero1 ~ toys ~TrevorBrown ~ nightmarerealm :triple-a:
x
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as long as you keep putting words up, i'll (eventually) read 'em.
I would like to introduce my clone of drone army.
She who bears the batty. Pornography connesieur. Pixelartist, Shoutbox tribute artist, erotica novice, random bullshit guru.
She who used to be a secret account and has stepped out into light. Comic artist, lineart, black/white, random illustrations. Where eskie used to strive. My past. My random present. My possible future. contribute to her things of blue (journal).
Me. Pretending to be a Photographer in my dreams.
Since JB doesn't do these anymore. Go, read. Thank you.
(What, you expected an in depth analyse of life, death and squirrels in this comment?)
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i'm better than you because i don't care
Here's some not-so-random
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