Tortured youth on a trail of apathy and saline. Smell the salt. Messed around. Powdered dreams.
Offend the hive.
Bludgeoned in his sleep. What was stolen? His lust has atrophied. New hobby. He digs. What he cannot find.
Discerning disasters. Shaded memory and a pocket full of frail kisses.
She wants me to crumble so I'll know what it's like to be her--but I can't stop dreaming. Hand out faith to the hateful and learn to say "no."
Crooked mescaline.
posted by darl @ 1:25 AM
5 Comments:
No problem, I enjoyed your blog and thank you for the kind words.
I'm so glad you guys met. :-)
That reminds me. I finally figured out how to start my own blog roll--may I link you?
Absoposilutely! :-) Thanks! So, are you ready for Christmas and what about this freezing a** weather???
Haven't gone shopping yet, so no. Looking forward to it though, but not to more freezing weather. hehe((
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