Really warm jelly
7th February 2008I know you’re scared because your cucumber breath fogs up my glasses
I’m scared, too
If only they knew how we’re really warm jelly
And crumble cookie-like under the lightest forefinger/thumb squeeze
I split open arteries, to bloodsquirt your face
Feel free to follow suit
With cheek blood like warpaint
We can catch, eat, fuck, shit, destroy and begin again
Like love beasts, with no mask
But only after we leave lit candles, apples and pennies
At the altar
7th February 2008 at 5:42 pm
Speechless (not for the first time).
7th February 2008 at 7:42 pm
i officially have a crush on you
7th February 2008 at 9:13 pm
Stop showing off.
You’re making me look bad.
7th February 2008 at 9:46 pm
happy Goths are such a sight for sore eyes to see
7th February 2008 at 11:34 pm
I hate arriving here late.
What Z said.
And what Imogen said.
And what Ben said (especially what Ben said).
And what Andre said.
That really is shockingly good. And by that, I don’t mean that I’m shocked that it’s good. Just that it’s good. And shocking.
8th February 2008 at 6:46 pm
Will you cuddle afterwards?
And what all those other sage commentators had to say. *swoons breathlessly*
9th February 2008 at 6:48 pm
You are all poetry readers. You should be ashamed and embarrassed. Go find a political blog and wash out your eyes with soap, now. [Just kidding, I love you all.]