late last night & this morning not early atall

Why not let the value system reflect it all

flirting in the fireplace. !

"check this out. check this idea out. A highfunctioning alcoholic, but an alcoholic. In the Abe Lincoln days. Black & gay. " said matty

"I wonder who the girl I had sex with in new york city was, " said kyle, "i have no idea, no idea"

"you honest to god would not go to war if I had to go to war," demands matty

"kyle, you didn;t give me an answer"

"i said nothing"

"if you got sent to war, I would go with you to make sure you were okay" says matty

"you wouldn't go to war if I had to"

"yeah I would"

"why"

"to make sure you didn't get shot. pretty obvious."

"kyle?" matty thinks it's time to go home.

he's wearing the lavender infinicat sweatshirt, hasn't taken it off for days. you should see it next to my exboyfriend olive synthetic cardigan, which I haven't removed since before all the breakups. but the colors. the blue-lavender, what is it, it's like cornflower or periwinkle or something; I found a list of colors on the internet, and hasn't it proven glorious to look at

sipping sense metal

prettylittle, 15

 Sipping metal, I shake to death. Someone else oftentimes wonder typically, and  was I wrong. People do much, that holds through this comforting. At first things cost, burning in a fireplace. Failure, then inevitable when drunk, maybe and yes you were. You’ll get out of that. Seems I should straddle the hearth slab… obsessed with bed and a good idea. Smoke a cigarette being full of fashion, move somewhere else to the time. And concern yourself with windings and intricate turnings. Failure in the truest sleep, even be regrettable. Looking occupied, tortuousness in a theoretical sense.

in lime like life

prettylittle, 1 - 5

In eyebrows adjure, but simply. I love the falling in this apartment where nothing is my urge. Probably going to love, but not sacred, at the moment. Solemnly come and visit the staying there. Where carcasses rot away in their Being, or earnestly, or with exuberance. I want it always congealed, no doubt, whilst I sit uncomfortably. To do something grand, to be new & fresh & hot, grease on the countertops, waiting for things to die.

Admonition, idea, like always it is for days on end. Sounding rock, gentle city misses you. In the beginning cartons of yogurt, dark, shiny wood. Friendly reproof. Just a little, that means days of spoons stuck in tables, gold and green. Warning against a week though it seems.

Multiple orgasms, gelatinous masses. Ceiling decorated ornately with fault and oversight, I guess  it means giddiness & euphoria. Crumbs and shoes, gold detail, praise what he feels inside. Ecstasy & lentils spread about, reminiscent of someone. Some kind of love stirring. Jubilation, coated pans. Royal, excessive, shaking and stirring. Possible feats scratched, hid. Brick walls with fireplace.

Obsequious I understand, but also understand I the stolen and filled. It’s working, the remorse, because relationships have nothing. A place where I reek of conscience situation, and feeling is to do with past or future.

Toilet runs consistently. Lavender repeated contiguous. They fail looks. Having recently doused, bite & wound, too many circles. Lime like life.