*CLICKY CLICKY*click above on my abstract getaway for #3 of 4sick of walking on eggshells onlinefuck the eggshells, i say, cook them into an omelettethe words will never be elegantly statedbut they will always be elegant wordsi wreck it all up againwreck it all up againWreck-It Ralph can't defendwreck itwhy just yesterday i flubbed over myself at The Storewhere the developmentally-challenged sweeper works daily with a smiletold him not to get "crazy" at the Halloween parties this yeardidn't mean it, but he now thinks i'm a jerkand i realize for the umpteenth time that there is a doomed quality to my interactingi wreck it all up againwreck it all up againhandsome face can't beginwreck itthe greatest crime, though, for a writer like meis missing the easy reference or joke when i commentit cuts to the very heart of my ability and assurance and sure footing in this world that i matter when i make someone feel and laughi vomitand wreck it all up againwreck it all up againrunning away againwreck itCLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINKto get in the getaway car with me to thinkas i drive away from all of my problemsand hope that the searing light deigns for me to crumbleCLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT.
THE LATE PHOENIX: I WANTED TO BE FAMOUS. INSTEAD, I HAVE THIS BLOG.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
TNH: THE DRIVE TO FAIL
*CLICKY CLICKY*click above on my abstract getaway for #3 of 4sick of walking on eggshells onlinefuck the eggshells, i say, cook them into an omelettethe words will never be elegantly statedbut they will always be elegant wordsi wreck it all up againwreck it all up againWreck-It Ralph can't defendwreck itwhy just yesterday i flubbed over myself at The Storewhere the developmentally-challenged sweeper works daily with a smiletold him not to get "crazy" at the Halloween parties this yeardidn't mean it, but he now thinks i'm a jerkand i realize for the umpteenth time that there is a doomed quality to my interactingi wreck it all up againwreck it all up againhandsome face can't beginwreck itthe greatest crime, though, for a writer like meis missing the easy reference or joke when i commentit cuts to the very heart of my ability and assurance and sure footing in this world that i matter when i make someone feel and laughi vomitand wreck it all up againwreck it all up againrunning away againwreck itCLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINKto get in the getaway car with me to thinkas i drive away from all of my problemsand hope that the searing light deigns for me to crumbleCLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT.
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7 comments:
I love the pic, blue is my favorite color... your clicky click is leaving too much to the imagination! ;)
Also, where are the questions and and and... I want more (comma?) Phoenix!
Oh sweetie I think we all have those brain fart moments when we speak before we think. Come here you need to be held and loved on until you don't hurt anymore..
Language can be the worst of afflictions. It is the image that soothes me now.
So, let's play those ebony noughts and crosses as we speed down that annihilating Lynchian highway...
Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul...
Your body will burn tonight...
Though your heart may still remain cold
And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
Now that's a sexy game of tic-tac-toe. I think I win!!
And don't feel bad, that's a comment that might be said to anyone.
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~Kazi xxx
B: i write...my poems...for my...sad times
angel: to be loved on is my fantasy
cheeky: i confess, i had to look up noughts and crosses, much more seductive than tic-tac-toe
allys: the second song on the album, i like it ;)
kazi: comments give and comments taketh away
We dig your poetry talents.
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