I blocked all this out for a reason.
fucking one way ticket to
a box full of shit from my past
that I have lied to myself about for years.
smoke and mirrors.
As a fleck of blue heat,
a bird's schematic
that brightens in an oxygen rush
Does it grow up to do all the same things?
i didn't want to be one of those adults who wishes they could go back..
Does death not cling to me?
part two needs to come a little quicker.
Damn, your heart is racing.
What is it about August?
I seem to hate every season except summer.
I wish I could write.
Nothing by Clive Barker
After a battle lasting many ages,
The Devil won,
And he said to God
(who had been his Maker)
We are about to witness the unmaking of Creation
By my hand.
I would not wish you
To think me cruel,
So I beg you, take three things
From this world before I destroy it.
Three Things, and then the rest will be
God thought for a little time.
And at last He said:
"No, there is nothing."
The Devil was surprised.
"Not even you, Lord?" he said.
And God said:
Not even me."
-from Memories of the World's End
(Christopher Carrion's favorite poem)
You make me want to scream the nastiest things.
Keep this blood pumping, baby, its been such a long time since my heart has known a beat.
I speak nothing.
I know nothing.
what have you done?
Is this love, hitting me in the face?
What has got me smiling and never shutting up, sing-song clear gold cupids nectar jeweled chorus rinestone glistening bodies and kisses sweeter than any anything ever tasted?