Blades

Everytime I stay up watching past life regression hypnotism videos, I spend the entire next day wondering why. Today is no exception. Being a compulsively lazy person, however, has it's perks. It's no easy feat, let me tell you, to create a universe which revolves on the axis of your hip bones, those which remain under cloth and skin not yet touched, not even a light accidental brush. Although I suspect no accidental thing exists, unless in her realm where fingers, lips and tongues are uninhabited and throwaway half-hearted echoes. The most mundane of shadows, of slips and of swoons send me into the regular hysteria. Oh god, this fall will hurt as no other.

Got It Made

Drawl. Veins. Teeth. Forearms.

How does the emaciated clear my brain of cohesion and replace it with cracked lips and a mouthful of dust.

Open up your throat.

sun.

ah, juicy fruit.