I didn't read it, just went with it.

It seems your impetousness has gotten the best of you.
I think you're catching on. Glass violin and candle wax pearls, the smoke pours.
from a cognac bottle, we drink up the shape of our eyebrows, the angle of shine in a bed of hair. bed of roses. never been...my life. =
Fall apart and make the plastic drift from between two hands like it is supposed to.
Mithc. I can't say the same for myself.
Start again.
Cubeology. Cubism, is that so? I can't stop thinking about you.
You've got a nice structure your looks. I can't explain what's so ...
your breathing. I want to hear you again. Invigorating. This has never been so intense, ------
Maybe I should write this out first. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. The extent of my vocabulary is so low,
you have caged the interior of my mouth. Just the throat. I think , then I don't, then information overload, then
buzzing and ambulances, the whir of a kettle catching too much fire. The scent of fly-trapper adhesive, sticky sweet,
the picture of your face crumbles like a block of incense.
You never come over anymore.
Sparkle- guitar.
I can't believe it, the tears are chaffing me. I feel like an imbesile. You win!
Goddamnit... this is so strange. Why. I can't help but write about you. I can't help but write about you. I can't help it. Help it. Help it. Help it. Help it.
I'm gonna fuckin scream it out! Bash in all the back-doors in the neighborhood, let myself into the damp night searching for a map and a ticket.
Stale perfumed summer. When I used to go out I would know everyone that I saw. Now I go out alone, if I go out at all.
Burn , the wheel turn
-s and mosaic of leather and spice
hide my face, .
substance to diminish possible traces of weakness.
peach i cant stress it enough.
you you youo you youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou.
All I need.
DAMN
IT
TO
HELL.
The connection. Oh, it kills me because it is so intangible. So. so so so so so so so oso s.
You make me repeat myself. I wish it could be labeled emphasis, but it's not, it's again, again, again, again, again.
Over. Turn my body so you can see my spine and pin it all up the way you want. Finger in the fire. MELTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Jesus Christ this is overwhelming. I don't want to wake up to coffee and the smell of cigarettes without that familiar distant unknown sihlouette curving the bed.
I can do whatever I want!! 32 weeks, oh, 32 weeks, weeks weeks weeks. Legal is an issue? What about running?
I ... am not writing anymore. You're getting the picture. Just thoughts. Streaming consciousness these are my thoughts. I am pretending to think a lot.
No I am really thinking far more.
Hold my breath.......................
You make me wonder about that other 96% more and more . Seconds mean nothing. I don't want time to stand in the door any longer. SCREAM THE LAKE IS
FALLING
If only it were a basement.
A clover scent like red oil
It would need to be crushed so the corners couldn't get air.
Oxygen, chemical mixture
lungs oh the oh the oh the oh the pressure builds feels like a box in my esophogus
kill me





















..........You want zombie? I'll feed. This. Way. Please.
{I've never felt so close, oh sombra}