on chageim different now. life does that to you i suppose.
strangersThis was supposed to be about you, How your hair is getting long these days And how your Coca-Cola eyes are fizzing with intensity. I wanted to speak of your giraffe legsstrangers
Leaping over the hurdles last Tuesday, And how I was so proud of your 4th place finish That it could have easily been me smiling smugly Instead of you.
This was supposed to be about you, How you eat ice cream at nine o’clock in the morning And watch Trading Spaces like it’s the greatest thing since, well, since me. Perhaps there have been many great things since me. I was planning to talk about y
Losing GooglesI remember dancing on the tables with you Without inhibitions, without fear of being seen And I remember those nights that I wished would go on forever When we all would sit around and laugh at ourselves We always were the funniest people I knewLosing Googles
I remember the sound of your laugh even now Tipping your head back so it could come out unhindered Photographs of those days make me smile Uninhibited pleasure despite the circumstances Despite the fact that I’m so last summer
the accumulationIt comes from sitting Cross-legged In the dark room, Inhaling the new carpet scent As it assimilates withthe accumulation
The smells of me.
The realization that this room is filled With me. The essence of me saturates the air As though we are one and the same. As though I didn’t leave every morning To tend to my chaotic life And return nights reeking of exhaustion and fried food.
In the faulty paint job I can see the toils of a scorching August. Sweat trickling slowly
Down the crevice between my breasts, With spots of green and purple F
Some Kind Of HungerBabe, I’m telling you there ain’t nothin’ better than open-eyed bridges long-stretched pavements and the air of distance dancing to sweet tune of Mary JaneSome Kind Of Hunger
If she don’t want it, I’ll take that dance, live a wild free romance, and burn rubber to the freeways because things like that last fleeting
But at least I can’t speak for that finding of real reality in insanity Take a drink of that mixed fairytale the slow thick flavor of wardrobe in a suitcase and drown in such content
It could be ours, while this town i
differences betweenon sunday afternoons i stare at my reflection in the water hoping i'll see something staring back at me other than blood shot eyes and black bags. every sunday afternoon i am again disappointed. the massacred sang as loudly as the martyred but i never paid attention to the foreign hymnal verses the choir sang on saturdays. we prayed to pictures and statue gods and wore crosses around our necks to protect us from evil but there's always something they never teach you in school or church... how to protect you from yourself. i would kiss the saints twenty-four times on the cheek and i'd still be going to hell. somedifferences between
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there is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
wir kennen uns schon drei jahre.
nur leider habe ich meine chance verspielt.
seither habe ich libeskummer.
du hast einen schönen namen.
mfg Fabio
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Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack. - Sun Tzu, the art of war
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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