Saturday, October 22, 2005

oh EW really?

ok
ill honor your request
when you clean up my cooked up mess

http://www.amshq.org

you're fcuked up
if you're being fed ideals
before you can chew

2 comments:

almost said...

"o huney, no.
there is no depth
he smears all the lines out so no one can figure out hes just scared of everything."

Petrified would be a better term if we're talking about who I think we're talking about. Dynamic, denying his obstreperous mentality like a stone-fed tree in a foam forest.

Scoot and parry, pump-fake, show and tell, hide and go seek. Do you want to keep doing this?

Then something like this comes from your voicebox:

"You never ___ or you always ____ and as for promises, you can fuck yourself with a spiked broom because we know how those fall out of the microwave like melted plastic."

Well I'll grant you that, but I'm finished.

"I need stablilty."

I got that phrase from my menopausal mother when she was crying. She had just finished watching a nature special and doing needlepoint while drinking tea.

So my point is, you should have been over here a lot more this semester. Upset, yes. Go ahead. Vent it out a window, then come back to the screen. Now come over. More often. For real conversations.
And if we don't say anything, and if we just look at one another and laugh again, we'll have to wait.
Until you leave, or we say something together.

Carmine said...

petrified, eh?

i'm out ( ) here.

i need to be (in here) without having to ask.

otherwise, i will live
in perpetual fear
of being the girl impossibly good
at pretending to understand you.

i dont do second place.