Sunday, December 13, 2009

Fuck, the light.

And when I am standing and staring at that shit like I had to last week, it's like my eardrums are throwing up. But this is the price I am paying for the exchange of seeing the people I like.

And the room itself has its idol. the booze, the tunes, and bodies in front. learn how to Christ yourself. become your own idol.

And let your dick be your compass and it will find you the cum and piss you are looking for

MARTA as my muse:
dude on the train with a box of bananas. smiles and nods and agrees with his fruit. "YES! BANANAS!"-wide teeth and eyes. I am excited for him
girl on the phone be talking so fast. don't be callin my phone. I told you not to be callin my phone. anyways Ill call you back, I'm at 5points.
they all chickle like little chickies chicking

Idol Worship.
find yours and never let it go. hands to the skys brain in front of eyes wrap the pinkie round and hold so tight.