the deal

I want my girl back.
..but not without contacts; not without white teeth; not without fresh pussy; not without a backbone; not without her not needing to be babied all the time; not without the ability to be sexy once and a while; not without her living closer to me because long distance flings suck; not without a phat ass; not without fresh breath; not without a huge afro, a real fro not that short rugged carpet she calls a hipster hairstyle; not without her earrings; not without her promising to never joke about being pregnant again; not without her keeping away from her exes; not without her permission; not without her smile; not without her laughter; not without her stupid little jokes that I find too funny; not without her goofiness; not without her oval shaped eyes… not without her ears, not without her two-toned lips, not without her ability to put up with me being just fucking socially awkward…..

I need my ex back.

July 2009
*END*

calamity in form

Railway. Street cars. Street far. Street star dying on next day’s street. Killing me at the start of this line. This time. Is killing me.


Jul 8, 2009
* END *

busboys and poets

Work… most people do it for the money. It’s an important thing that makes the world go round - money that is. It makes everything come easier. Eating. Sleeping. Fucking. It is truly the elixir of life. 

How is Magic still alive again? 

Oh yeah, money. 

How did Bill Gates get with the super model wife? 

Money. 

Goddamn if it wasn’t the social heart of the individual. We need it to survive. So we think about it. Constantly. Those who don’t have it obsess over getting it. Those who do have it obsess over keeping it. 

By the way. 

Fuck my job.

                                                            Jul 2, 2009

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