Jenga
I sit at the abandonedkitchen table,with nothing on itexcept Jengawith its contentsspilled on the wooden surface. I sit there,staring blankly,wondering what to do. I stare at whatwas hard workto keep […]
I sit at the abandonedkitchen table,with nothing on itexcept Jengawith its contentsspilled on the wooden surface. I sit there,staring blankly,wondering what to do. I stare at whatwas hard workto keep […]
The Angry Beavers are having a discussion over who really framed Roger Rabbit. “Listen, listen now, Daggy-O: there could have been only one sneaky-weaky, super-smart sleuthy-poo-poo who would really have […]
Wake up and smell the coffee – you’re about to take a detour straight to hell if you go down this road. If you are not alerted of the lurking […]
There’s a lot of things in this planet that I feel we would be better off without; things like weapons, nukes, disease, death, killers, lying, and emotions… Out of all […]
Before my comrades and I got on board the Yellow Submarine, I was prompted by one: “What’s life without a little necrophilia?” I paused and stumbled. I asked to repeat […]
We are a bunch of bats who never learned how to fly. Other than that, we are bats: making decisions based on instincts, not clearcut vision. Every day, we stumble […]
Soft in appearance in my vision, I study my secret mission. Slowly submerged in a distance a voice whispers “good riddance.” I ran, I chase, I scream toward the beautiful […]
Lick me Suck me Lick you Fuck you Make me hard Make me scarred Make you sweat Make you wet First comes the insertion Then comes the excursion Racing in […]
Studying poetry in motion – The sensuality of it all. The honesty of it few. The lights dancing off of the flesh as she dances all over the floor. The […]
To the girl that says that all boys are the same: You couldn’t be any more fucking delusional. When somebody enters your life who is willing to show you what […]
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