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06/21/08--12:26: From Me To You (chan 2069363)




"Oh, how droll," I'll drawl,  voice slick-smooth like scented oil          (kisses like cinnamon)  "How very... juvenile of you." My smirk  ripe as grapes falling off the vine.   
"Look," I'll say, peeling away the purple skin  with my teeth, "I've had my fill of your  type already.  It's always Times New Roman with you.  You never could think outside the  
                                &nb


06/21/08--14:49: LAX to PEK (chan 2069363)




Secondary longing  yearn for amazing   
                        amazing amazing, this                          will change your life.   
Thirteen-hour flights  around the world,  your ears pop with  the excitement of it all.   
                     &


06/24/08--21:38: Punctuate You (chan 2069363)




I kissed an exclamation point upon your forehead,  A question mark into your lips,  My fingernails pressed commas up and down your hips.  Your thighs, they needed brackets,  Your stomach begged a                                  broken line,  Ellipses dotted from your shoulder, down  
The canvas of your spine.


06/29/08--16:45: Walt Whitman (chan 2069363)







07/12/08--00:25: fire (chan 2069363)




The sky is on fire.  This is no pretty metaphor.  It's fact.  The sky is on fucking fire.   
You're lounging relaxed as can be on someone's garage roof as bits of flame burst and plume and scorch around you.  Your hair, long, uneven, glows dark orangeblonde under the falling sun.  Your clothes aren't even ashy, but I'll bet they smell like smoke.  You flip a brushed chrome lighter, ignite it, snap it gone.  
 
There are rust stains on the seat of your black jeans from trespassing someone's metal roof.  There's a rip just below the right cheek from hopping one too


07/19/08--23:22: 03. (chan 2069363)







07/19/08--23:24: 02. (chan 2069363)







07/19/08--23:25: 01. (chan 2069363)




01.  forgive my hesitation  forgive my halfway heartache  forgive my chapped and aching lips  (as i forgive those which have trespassed upon mine)  forgive my fingers on your thigh,  my tongue on your hip,  my hands that slip  beneath layers of clothing  nickel-studded faux leather,  
vintage wash denim  and patterned cotton panties--  as i drink in your supple lips, your throaty sighs,  and the bright clash of our grins,  
white and sharp against each other.


07/22/08--22:16: And We're. So. Young. (chan 2069363)




--And we're so young.   
This is the sound a man makes when he's dying.  This is the sound he makes when he has barely even lived.  Young and his eyes are so wide, so scared.  Lips tremble. Hands tremble. Shoulders shiver, legs quiver, shake, and spasm.  His eyes are bright like lightening, sharp-edged they burn.  And rain, rain is falling all around them.  His eyes shine radiance but his face is dead dead dead.  Skin pale, ashen, filthy with smudges of dirt from the street.  His lips are dry, cracked; scabbed with dark blood.  This poor dying boy has been beaten in and broken down.  


07/23/08--00:05: Summer (chan 2069363)




Listen, beautiful, to the shapes of the clouds.  Taste the contrast of their grey and white against the seams of my blue jeans.  This is summer, sprawled across my bedroom floor.  Smell it, drifting in with the breeze through the open door.  Metal in my mouth, around your wrists.  We kiss.  Summer is not a matter of words, numbers, or sunny days.  It's in your hair, the freckles on my arms; in his lips on hers.  Summer is more than the grass matching autumn's eyes;  Equal parts pink skin and peeling cheeks, but mostly,  It is heat and chill and colors that bend between seasons, between us


07/31/08--21:21: J------ is balance (chan 2069363)




I am an agent of chaos.  
 
I am hot water and a long dress, unwanted touches and pale flesh.  I am me.  I am you.  I am her.  I'm the youth old men miss bad enough to take it in the only way they know how.  I am dusty fabric.  I am the olive drab of his eyes, the apple to his arrow.  I'm a trophy; I'm ashamed.   
There are images that keep me up at night; thoughts that spread through my mind in a way that can only be compared to blood through water-- contaminating, dangerous, everywhere.   
(I am always right.)   
I hear voices, word


08/06/08--22:50: chibi turbo (chan 2069363)

my gaia avi









08/10/08--19:43: Amelie chibi (chan 2069363)

Woo, finally got an order on Gaia! This is Psychedelicatessen's OC Amelie. [link]Yeah, I'm kinda really proud of the hair/whole thing. :'D









08/11/08--01:31: Crane (chan 2069363)




A woman bowed her head over many crumpled paper cranes.  
Her fingers trembled on a book of matches.  She fumbled and tore a single sulfur-painted strip from the tidy row.  The woman’s hands shook as the first folded bird bled smoke into her nostrils.  By the thirtieth, her unsteady bones had become cold steel.  The fire spread.  Nine hundred and seventy birds scattered ash across an antique rug.     
 
A woman knelt, her head bowed over one thousand broken dreams that smoldered in her hands and around her feet.


08/11/08--01:40: Penny (chan 2069363)




METAL HEART  YOU HAVE A  THICK  HEAVY  COPPERPLATED  HEART  THAT LEAVES MY  CLOTHES AND SKIN  SMELLING LIKE  PENNIES--  TAILS UP.


08/11/08--01:45: Rust (chan 2069363)




A largebreasted woman stood at the foot of a statue and wept.  The front of her shirt soaked through with her tears and her face  became streaked with black and blue mascara trails.  She cried,  and flowers bloomed, and lovers loved, and the statue rusted until  there was nothing left except for a largebreasted woman with tears in her eyes.


08/11/08--02:08: Rainy Days (chan 2069363)




Rainy days are here to stay,  I'm feeling down, but that's okay.  Not like it matters anyway,  I'll be okay, you'll be okay.   It's just you're always on my mind,  I'm sinking deeper all the time.  It's just you're always in my head,  But you won't let yourself be mine.   Now I'm falling off my chair,  And now I'm stumbling everywhere.  Just can't connect the wires in my head,  Busy dissecting the nothings that you said.   'Cause rainy days are here to stay,  I'm feeling weird, but that's okay.  Not like it matters anyway,  We'll be okay, we'll be okay.


09/01/08--00:41: GL (chan 2069363)

Tegaki.









09/01/08--00:43: Kakashi (chan 2069363)

Tegaki, a few days ago.









09/29/08--00:32: You're doing it WRONG (chan 2069363)




Show me longing.  Show me lust.  Show me more than these lifeless, empty kisses.  You won't resuscitate anyone with lax lips like those.   Look: boys who kiss boys who kill other boys are not going to lay there soft and sleepy like blind, newborn puppies and let you take a picture of their mouths just-brushing.  These boys are going to fuck each other's mouths with their tongues; they're going to cling and claw and fight tooth and nail for a searing glimpse of vitality, of mortality.  They won't just wear their stylish coats and stand there pantomiming feeling.  They will t