should i switch to tequilain spite of our rotten limesfeet in lead bootsroll me into the riverwatch me sinkin defiance of your expectationsoh you thought i’d fightyou thought i’d swimyou did did yousorry to disappointbut what’s else is new my patience is as shortas your memoryor your attention spanor the straw i drewdown on youContinue reading “lock your own door, pt. ii”
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dim bulbs, small village
the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”
it hasn’t been my day for a couple years
a partial list of sins & character defects: ihave this thing for blasphemyi love the smell of moneyhighly susceptible to boredomand leatherand coercionand shoplifting i like hurting peoplebut i hate it when they crytake it like a man, manblood tastes better than tears i have a gnawing hungry fetishfor unattainabilityat any given momenti’m in loveContinue reading “it hasn’t been my day for a couple years”
mattress dungeon 