No, seriously.
04/24/2007 02:53 p.m.

i feel disgusting about myself.
no seriously.

i'm over WLRN and
questions about my life.
probably all you want from me is
sex and maybe
someone to do drugs with --

maybe not.
the way chaos turns to spring turns to autumn --

my mouth is a half-open mass of scar-tissue
veined rippling in a grin 'round my skull
the boy i love gets into a car wreck
and says he thought of me.

supposedly a lot of people need me
but never turn their cheek,
how do you do?
if all you want is company,
why can't you keep mine?

when all i want to do is suck you dry.


Author's Note: Seems un-library worthy.