tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36422387832902602892024-03-14T04:24:34.555-04:00Mouthi wanna make you sweat.mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-35364052118260298082009-04-15T11:59:00.001-04:002009-04-15T12:02:08.504-04:00my fortune cookie said:mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-33244151603203569582009-03-24T23:46:00.002-04:002009-03-24T23:58:28.132-04:00i'm fucking lying to you.i've never felt so big before. i used to fit right on to your lap with room to spare, but the last time i was near you i felt tall and lanky. can you explain that?can you explain to me why seeing you is perfectly normal now? seeing you with someone else is second nature, rocky but possible, like switching hands after shattering the one you were born to use. the product is often painful and sloppymouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-69173993332390467022009-03-17T01:27:00.004-04:002009-04-14T23:08:11.279-04:00a year-leaf cloverI know what she'll smell like. You and Peanut and clean sheets, newly rented movies and peeling stickers off of fruits. Bad food and old guitar strings and open windows. A little bit of technology, nothing fancy. Sex juices. Nothing fancy. Sometimes I can go a day or two without thinking of you, at least conciously. It's amazing progress for the year that it's almost been. I think I'll throw mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-10409306894882071532009-03-11T16:11:00.001-04:002009-03-11T16:12:36.086-04:00i've never seen so much blood beforethings have been crazy. i'll update as soon as i have time.mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-23082110282575205222009-03-02T19:18:00.005-05:002009-03-02T19:56:38.897-05:00optimismdomestic wildlife.mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-42721691268376597342009-03-02T00:49:00.004-05:002009-03-02T12:38:44.986-05:00ohh, faithful.really. honestly. i am faithful because there are so many different sides of me to satisfy. i can't help that. the only way to help that is to suppress myself. and i've realized that the only way to do that is to kill myself. and i'm most certianly not going to do that. therefore, i can't help it.this one, he smokes pall malls, like my good friend bukowski. he lives up north, so far up there thatmouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-58654641279236336882009-02-24T17:01:00.013-05:002009-02-25T11:40:19.679-05:00PETNAMES EXTREME EDITIONa text-message relationship.mouth says: i love you starshine penis pie baby deathcake <3.r says: i love you too sexy tits genocide kitty litter pants raspberry scented lover cake<3.mouth says: goodnight sugar c*ck sexdroid pumpkin tooth muffin <3.r says: night night cheetah cat sex mittens tits <3.mouth says: night cosmic c*ck yummie yumcake extremo <3.r says: night night little sex movie twinkiemouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-62575538909115634792009-02-24T11:51:00.004-05:002009-02-24T12:13:09.356-05:00growing upI was lying in bed, next to him,talking about music and such. "I miss the old days," I told him. How cliche that a independence-craving seventeen year-old female misses the simplicities of life, right? You win, Tracey. I'm just a statistic. I miss car rides (for free) and not being involved your ridiculous and childish "adult" business. I miss not knowing the difference between the two, or mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-61125109096394555212009-02-24T00:28:00.011-05:002009-04-15T15:51:36.951-04:00Meditaitoni deleted this one because it was dumb.mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-50633647185893634972009-02-22T14:25:00.003-05:002009-02-22T16:56:52.597-05:00remember: viva lotuscamel crush will supposedly be the death of me. you know, the bipolar cigarettes with the visually attractive box, black and cool, like you. i slid one cylinder out from beneath the others right before someone called over to me, "HEY, YOU SHOULDN'T SMOKE THOSE BECAUSE SOME GUY IN INDIANA (or was it illinois?) DIED FROM SMOKING ONE OF THOSE!!!!!!!""okay," i said, and took a hit longer than i mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-73238360978764731702009-02-22T02:53:00.009-05:002009-04-15T15:53:40.097-04:00Broadway and Kossuth"And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which -while I do appreciate it- I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. " i drew this picture a very long time ago.(from the film Chasing Amy)mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-75276973139052177002009-02-22T02:07:00.003-05:002009-02-22T02:18:34.617-05:00'Ive been in a coma."it's funny watching us. we're all still here, keeping tabs on each other via Internet posting. updated photo alerts, statuses for every moment of every day, accessible from mobile phones. wouldn't want anybody to miss anything, would you? wouldn't want anybody to miss every place you go,every thought you think,every think you thought,every physical condition you've ever been in,every time you're mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-57424089822845176522009-02-19T14:27:00.003-05:002009-02-19T15:03:14.869-05:00on another note,I guess you could say I'm grateful. I mean, it could be worse. I hope she still wants to be a stay-at-home mom, likes polka-dots and reading the bible. I hope her ambitions are the same as they were in tenth-grade gym class, cookie cutter. Clear like glass and the opposite of me. That's the point, isn't it? I'd bet she's a good driver and I'll bet she likes reality television, but that's just memouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-84989474819186440472009-02-19T12:56:00.005-05:002009-02-24T01:54:27.327-05:00walka walka walk- letters that never get sent.I'm past the point of feeling pathetic. Of course I don't want a declaration of your love; I don't even want a response. I'm doing it for me this time I guess. For my sake. To clear my mind of what could be lurking in yours, and that sort of thing. So here goes:Did you know that you're always in control? As a Libra, you are accredited for weighing the options (hence the scale), and making mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-70082015617800693132008-07-23T19:40:00.007-04:002009-04-14T23:09:53.430-04:00the way it isn'tSO,i am right behind yousucking you in with the deepestpart of my lungs, holding it in, but never releasing. cani be up there with you? look at me as your equal, becausei promise if the slightest sharpobject grazed me i'd bleed you out.i'd bleed you out. take my faults as your faults,because they're mine, yours arealways mine,you're mine, and god knows i'd go to hell for you. HELL,i already have mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642238783290260289.post-70171439750479772402008-07-17T03:03:00.003-04:002009-03-29T03:44:51.891-04:00"the cinders are falling like snow". the art of fucking up.The pain of loss lays heavier than a million cinder blocks on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. He's always there. He won't leave me alone.mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03991879736479973767noreply@blogger.com0