The Rabbit hole of Narcissim

reading camus, russell and various essays on anarchism.

party @ annex in nyc last night, public acts of lewd and drunken behavior. middle fingering the world and dirty bathroom stall confessions.

theres this boy. the end.

80% of married men cheat in America

the addicted

true love, just from breathing in,  snow white.

                                             and when it cuts, you fall neatly into lines 

CANINE TEETH AND COLD BREATH DEEP IN THE WOOD. THIS NEXT ONE WILL DRASTICALLY CHANGE YOUR CIRCUMSTANCES. I PRAY

the silver, the rosary

the white beech bark and the shadows. deep stains 

freezing water, no confession

i prey

wolves like me 

i will not stop chasing the bottle

until either of us in empty

trembling

unholy utilations

( they have caught your scent sweetie)

the human body has over 60,000 miles of blood vessels.

the average heart beats 2.5 billion times in a lifetime.

yearling

with wounds like yours i wouldn't worry about them scarring, i would worry about the reason for such self infliction with such a breathtaking reflection when you made a monster out of cosmetics and narcissism every time he took a glance at you, you smiled and put on more makeup.

requiememory

running out of breath your crawling back across the bed burning up with your tossed cigarette

when you lie its the greatest aphrodisiac for a girl like me 

pearls placed upon your powdered flesh, white as cocaine

your lust, the bakery queen

immeasurable

pinched pink for me

this is all to fucking savage

 

crawl

i am under any influence that is willing to twist its way up my spine 

in time, in time, you will turn black like these cigarette ashes

oh, deliver me

with your eyes closed you lead me down the crooked path

the wolves catch my scent

should we run from here, oh no, 

no, lay down

and while you are in her bed, redeeming yourself for fucking me, 

i am cutting lines with the virgin mother from 8th street

but somewhow i find you crawling back up those steps to my door like a broken down christ bearing his cross .

single malt rhapsody

and he crawled, crawled hot and hard, she rocked her hips and showed the whites of her eyes, he crawled right up under her skin and his stare grabbed her by the throat and choked her breath away into sighs

stop shaking, he promised, I will wind wildflowers into your hair and the gold spun valley will be our wedding bed. 

listless

your eyes could tear open a summer sky, the heavens would come falling into your arms.

you are my narcotic, i fell to my knees at the sound of your voice. we were never meant to find each other, but if you leave now, i will wander lost forever.

sometimes evil is its own ecstasy

just the thought of your breath hot against my throat sends me to the doors of the hospital.

warm whiskey makes the devils voice sound that much sweeter in your ear

smoke signals

but beautiful, your eyes were wondering, and your mouth was stuttering, and your hands were shaking. 

i think it was in your best interest he said, to just swallow this pill and follow me down the rabbit  hole, your words are mumbled under your pleading sighs 

we are just a mess of lace, white smoke and premature bruises not yet dealt by your hands.