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dez
January. Thursday, 2007 | 00:05
Gulp down a vodka orange.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“We should hang out soon.”
What I wanted to say was,
“Just give me a chance.’
Brain hits heart kicks brain.
Heart stabs brain shoots heart kills brain.
Liver always wins.
Staring at the rain.
He asks, “Aren’t you getting wet?”
Yes, but it’s worth it.
As the earth crumbled.
It was difficult to see.
Blood got in my eyes.
Red cherry Ludens.
Taste of cold lakes and Broadway.
I still lose my voice.
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九
January. Thursday, 2007 | 00:25
Than get myself entangled
In your novellas.
Dancing half-naked,
Taking swigs of two-buck chuck,
Alone… but who cares?
Burn baby, burn!
College rejection letters.
There goes my future.
I once loved a boy.
Loved him more than life itself.
Then life got jealous.
If this is His plan,
I need a serious chat
With this God fellow.
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otto
January. Wednesday, 2007 | 01:08
Steal my soul and sell it back
I’ll wait for a sale.
Home Improvement rocked.
Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
I’ll heart you always.
Three years you loved me,
With all of your heart and soul.
All I did was lie.
I could have started
A new life in Seattle
But I hate Starbucks.
Angels are running.
They see heaven is burning.
In your hand the match.
I tried to reach out.
They asked if I was depressed.
Well, so much for that.
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7
January. Monday, 2007 | 13:23
Education is worthless.
Let’s talk about sex.
Fizz! Swish! Bang! Boom! Pop!
Onomatopoeia, POW!
Swoosh! Sizzle! Crack! Whoosh!
I sometimes daydream,
Of murder and suicide,
But mostly just fame.
Different time zones
Led to different morals.
We fucked while you slept.
Is it the New Year?
I guess I hadn’t noticed...
‘96 will rock!
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six
December. Monday, 2006 | 01:28
Happy fucking holidays.
Santa, bring me change.
Always low prices.
Every kiss begins with Kay.
Jesus loves presents.
You smile so sweetly.
Your family Christmas card
Brings no peace or joy.
Eggnog, candy canes,
Leg of lamb and pumpkin pie.
Fuck this, I’m vegan.
Brightly shining star.
A merry Christmas to all,
To all a good night.
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五
December. Sunday, 2006 | 02:19
Your flight is ready to board.
Where are we going?
I missed the old you.
You quit, I thought things would change.
Now I just cry more.
Grrr, growl, growl
Grumble, rumble, growl, raaawr.
I’m very hungry.
The answer’s sixteen.
Problem is, you make me think
In single digits.
Look around I know,
I should probably give up,
But I’m a dreamer?
Many times I think,
A time machine’s what’s missing.
Fuck causality.
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four
December. Saturday, 2006 | 04:37
Soy sugar free vanilla
Cappuccino please.
He’s on the O.C.
I slept with him anyways.
I’m so over this.
Make money money.
(Loathe this empty existence.)
Make money money.
Reggae Bar for beer.
Lan Zhou la mian for noodles.
Drunken bike ride home.
Tornado warning.
Soaking wet in your basement.
I should have kissed you.
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trois
December. Friday, 2006 | 01:52
Fuck this five seven five bullshit!
Are you happy now?
(I’m such a rebel.)
Do you have merlot?
What about some PBR?
Maybe Melba toast?
Looking in your eyes,
It all becomes very clear.
Love is for the weak.
Threaten all you want.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
I’m blue cross blue shield.
Esophagus tears.
Acid reflux is a bitch.
I’m still size zero.
Passed out in your bed.
I’m crying in the kitchen.
You wake up to smoke.
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二
December. Thursday, 2006 | 02:48
Glow in the dark rubber bands.
Your smile was my light.
Fuck corporations!
Boycott all the McDonald’s!
Does that come with fries?
Xi Hu at 5 a.m.
Birds, Tai Chi, Lotus Blossoms
Cross the bridge with me?
Drive hours to see you.
With you it’s always the same.
Drive hours to forget.
Bite, kick, punch, scratch, scream.
Life is a constant struggle.
I come out on top.
Oh how cute is he!
Little hands and little feet!
Babies make me sick.
Tangled in the sheets.
Italian Chinese boy.
He leaves for pao mian.
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1
December. Wednesday, 2006 | 18:47
Melt together in the dark.
Tell me you love me.
Juicy Couture, Uggs.
Anti-Consumerism.
Louis Vuitton bag.
Self-imposed exile.
Solitary confinement.
I will leave for sex.
Intoxicating.
Arrivals and departures.
4A feels like home.
Each bite is defeat.
Count the days in calories.
It’s always too much.
