licking my teeth

jeudi, août 21, 2003

tap dancing on tattered linoluem


"hail kala full of grace"



charles in charge of our days and our nights. hmm, and i used to think the world was heliocentric. but not if charles is at the controls.

"your name is like a children's song with a K"- the lamest compliment i have ever recieved

yo yo yo- so i ate at the wok- i can't confirm the accusation that the food totally sucks now cause i wasn't displeased.

rubber chickens
doing dishes
way too visually busy for me
im not stunned
ill dissappear
you wont see evergreen for a year
there may be three of us
but my spin art works better than tea leaves at predicting the future
and it tells me soon there will be none
ill grow some leaves
ill dissappear
no evergreen no money no noises
not for one year


langor wont you show me what is up your sleeves?

everyone is leaving and things are slipping through my fingers- i can't take anything seriously anymore- can't take it to the cleaners so i should dry my eyes pants. wash the crust off my thigh.

if you loved me, i wouldn't have to be so mean
i wish for a second i could know what you were truly thinking. that goes to all you penis carrying members that make up my hoe train.

oh! seriously, rounding to the nearest 10, how many boners have i ever given you? that is directed mostly toward the girls, but you guys can estimate.