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if i sleep lateIf I sleep late It means I wake up early Or roll over where crimson is not for enemies Where latex is a thing one doesnt wear Where latex is always flat, out of confusion Where latex is tile or white or brushed through If I sleep late It means dinner comes in the morning the next day Or at noon where chickens never crow in the kitchen Or that we are too full that we slept over hate If I sleep late It means Ill run out of ink for work the day after Drawing lines on surfaces I know I own Between everything The crease on your bed The dent on youif i sleep late
waterproof

m.i.s.s.i.n.g.I You said its who you were before little as you were squeezing on a bed on your stomachs shoulders and limbs,schiele's anatomy old familiar warmth with new father's hand-me-downsm.i.s.s.i.n.g.
II The marks from the chain on my wrist spell dinners we never ate they are crumbs of your parts of my seventh birthday cake will you call me daughter if you see my clothes hung in thirty random ways?
III It was the longest almost- two hours i could remember of liplocking citylights plus two more of me sitting on the rag reading the same p


you make my toes curli.you make my toes curl
the weather is my skin for days and i came late again for fabric salvage (graphic selvage) this table is hating the sound of my keys and tori amos the same way im liking the sound of you asleep last night and last last night when sleep is
a rope tied on sails of fleets of stories of juvenile girls slashing their wrists like changing dolls' dresses or like i, waxing my legs on saturdays or a young seacow in the bay of your deepsea blue sweater and your breath on my forehead the water, wind, and peace in between every space my fingers could trace and wander


Whispers I Make to the Seanever did i attempt to pee in you because i know how it feels to get pissed after all the fun if i did, maybe i was too young or maybe, the female CR was too far and too dirty. usually, i meet you because i am sad, because no one seems available for some emotional talks because everyone seems busy with their lives and with the recession. most of the time, i meet you because i cannot think at all and i guess a driftwood has no better place in the world but your arms. i feel beautiful today. so i sit here, on top of this rock flaunting my big brown shoulders you see those boisterous women uWhispers I Make to the Sea


Morning Things I Wont Do to...1) miss our coffee time. because we will rub our toes softly under the table, we will trade saucers and mugs for childhood throwbacks and discussions about dialect barriers and endless tides, about Hitler's armpit or about the dogs and the way their fur mimic our ways of concealing cold, concealing the lice of our lives and the lice of this painful slow charade under the moonlight.Morning Things I Wont Do to...
2) push you with my back, you down on the floor. because we will fall together. tangling, untangling, kissing the elbows, the shoulders, the foreheads, the noses, the lips
licking each other gum to gum that adorably dirty


paper dollsOnce, you told me that my skin was too pale and that my eyespaper dolls
were too sad. You told me to wear colors other than black.
I went home that night and dragged the blade of my pocket knife across the white of my inner thigh, watching as scarlet bloomed to surface.
I called you on the telephone and said,
You would be proud, Im wearing red tonight.
I think you laughed, but it sort of sounded like a sob.
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There was something beautiful about the rain, and on stormy days, you would always hold me on your couch and twirl your fingers in my hair.
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save the drama furr yer momma
-R
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Ryan "El Zorrito"
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anything goes...
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save the drama furr yer momma
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save the drama furr yer momma
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
hehe
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save the drama furr yer momma
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