March 2010
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
“” I have always lived my life in the profession of being.”
Quentin...”
1 tag
¤ A Crazed Girl ¤
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she...
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
2 tags
2 tags
My pussy has teeth
I lived on 21st street, in a house broken into four apartments with a floor slanted at really odd angles it made me feel drunk when I walked through it. The land lady was this rich slovenly hippie who lived in a huge place with a white grand piano and had a little live-in hippie-chauffer-lover-errand-boy. She’d leave the house once a month on the 3rd, the...
2 tags
3 tags
3 tags
1 tag
3 tags
1 tag
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to...”
– Ray Bradbury (via devilduck) (via liquidnight) (via crashinglybeautiful)
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
6 tags
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
