nicotine

in... passion?

"My eyes are sharp. My carcass looks like a glass urn. My heads like a bright rotting halo."





"Criminal, you took a piece of my life,
And you took it under false pretenses,
That piece of time
- In the clear muscles of my brain
I have the lense and jug of it!
Books, thoughts, meals, days and houses,
Half europe, spent like a coarse banknote,
You took it - leaving mud and cabbage stumps.
And, Criminal, I damn you for it(very softly).
My spirit broke her fast on you. And, Turk,
You fed her with the breath of your neck
- In my brains clear retina
I have stolen the love behaviour.
Your heart, greedy and tepid, brothel meat,
Gulped it, like a flunkey with erotica.
And very softly, Criminal, I damn you for it."



Unlike bad relationships...

"Silence. When you are hear. What
a hellish silence.
You sit and I sit.
You lose and I lose."

Im lovin it! (poetry finding)

Although today and recently, I removed my nape piercing, lost my free weed, forgot to let my body sleep... Im a rather blissful lady, because, monday... monday... I might tell you after monday. Cuntys.


Watch this thing... it make me do a laugh in my giggle box... a hay ho! Nathan Barley muffin troubles!