pull-out:

Quit my job. Freedom at last. Just want to sleep in and enchant men with my elusive body, my curves, my strong hipbones. Simon will come over this week. Blanc’s brother with his beautiful eyes and slow stoned drawl. I would kill just to have him touch me, but maybe I won’t have to after all. I’m a…

goodbyewren:

Palace Revenant

whisper into my ears. inflammed whisper of disease incurable

adding more years to marinated sounds and questions without authority

from the kitchen floor

you are aromatic seed in someone’s lips.

in someone’s bed. covered by your placental snoring or your elephantine butt

call me a gigolo by the corner. calling from pleasure and hades torment

probably, they also have ears that can lick the tinge of cat’s meows

or the varicose moans of teen-age fucks

why can’t you open your shirt a little, little fucker

and see your nipple percolate like icecream sadness or cruelty - maybe it’s too soon

maybe it’s too soon to lay in one’s nakedness and pray like a crusader

or the stooping giant of melancholy and guilt are crawling in your cheeks

like a crustacean peppered on a chinese restaurant

hey! curse me with broken thunders and lenten avarice…

i would not mind, not a little bit. what ever the circumstances?

hahaha…

womanonfire:

“Fountain” - Kiki Smith

Feels like I’ve been buzzing bee honey drunk these past two weeks love leaves you and love leaves you greasy bad skin but at least my appetite is back eating everything I see and who needs sleep wait for death it’s a long one they say the good christians that life is writ it is written i was already a page and tomorrow is already there yet all this unexpected avocado rot or suddenly dust rain but we didn’t knew bad oysters hives or a burnt lower lip trailing cherries i masturbated three times yesterday thinking of you with out the aid of internet porn i see you slimy on the wall forms or in my tea you shape and jacked this morning again of a photo of you in my phone stranger but not a stranger im surprised how much cum i have left must be the water must be the chocolates must be you thinking hard about you till my mind is stoned and the body drops like a marble sculpture on a granite floor must be that death in pieces

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