age: 29 (Jan 23, 1983)
MEMBER SINCE: August 2003
occupation: Student
i lost my virginity: but it found me and stung me like an insect
crush: matchbooks
sign: Aquarius.
fantasy: full length mirrors, white undergarments, water, smeared ink...
makes me happy: made beds, cuddling, tea, nudity, electric blankets, spooning
body mods: moth/cross section of a chambered nautilus courtesy of Hez@Forbidden Fruit, AustinTX. Deoxyribonucleic acid sleeves in progress with accentuating neckwork courtesy Lance@BigDaddyCadillac's in LawrenceFingKs
makes me sad: apathy, hopelessness, callousness
most humbling moment: electronic correspondance as a whole
gets me hot: pink, skulls, handsome girls, stalkers, cowgirls, feminists
portrait of a barroom professional
i can see your pink yellow eyes staring back from the corner of the bar
i know we're not naming names, but you know who you are
i think a couple times you let me ride in your car
let me in to your house so we could discuss the art
on your walls
too much time on your hands
the ones that passed me a beer and emphatically spoke of your taste in local bands
telling me about the piece you held and how it worked even in the sandy
rivers of colorado
and for a few minutes i thought you an exemplary model citizen to follow
as you peddle the poison watch barfly centerfolds swallow
drink after drink after drink
and you don't cause the job doesn't allow booze to impair the way that you think
those eyes just slink around
i'm trying not wonder if she made any sounds
was she screaming? or asleep? every thrust that you pounded
in that same house where our friendship was founded
pulling the petals off of the rose
praying to god that her memories froze
under the alcoholic vulnerability half slurred comatose
you would boast about it to your friends the next day.
and when the throaty last call sounded
the seed was planted and your plan was grounded
could she walk or did you carry her away?
nestled into your arms unaware of her status as prey
the predator you
talked to me about the lyrical merits of easy e
seemed a little surprised when you found he died from HIV
a suffering end to a life of 'i love pussy And pussy loves me'
some people cried when that masochistic fuck died
the consequences of a life of ecstasy
mmhmm i hope it went quick when you got those rocks off
thinking of the bullets in your head i'd like to pop off
but, violence perpetuates the situation
and i know they wouldn't give me five minutes at the police station
but i am watching you now
and in the back of my head i'm thinking bout how
you had the nerve to call her a bitch to my face
just...
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