case of the punks







Thursday, December 16

i want to make room for you



Maybe home is a thought, not a place
Where you can move and still be safe
Only I know in another time
I can feel its edges and it's fine
I want to steal from you, only you
Make room for you

Tuesday, December 14

anti-love

I should just give up. I woke up this morning and couldn't find the guts to get out of bed until 5:49 pm. My head felt like an ocean of ghosts were swimming around in there. They just wait up in there carrying my will to continue away from me. The ghosts carry the catalyst to my motionless infection away from me. I should just give up.

So here I am like a little girl again, watching the light on the walls shift from one end of the room to another. I watch the jaundice yellow light slip slowly over the back of the serpent of time. My only stimuli is in my ears, waiting for the minor infraction to pass away again to the tick ticking of the clock.

I'm not how I used to be. I used to be bright. I used to be wise. I used to be awake and adorably alive to the day. I used to fill the spaces of the corners of time with laughter and meaning. Now I am just waiting for a dollar. I'm living one day at a time senselessly and without reason. I'm living without love.

just give up

"...until she has demonstrated that she is willing to sacrifice politeness for honesty."



Monday, December 6

I ain't never played a jewel thief

fucking men. Jesus christ, Maxine.
I'm headed for a breakdown
through a portal of repulsive guilt,
 lust, and hard up  broken guts.

I'll protect you dollface...
Bye bye.

good thing/ bad thing
shit soul
brain or whatever
I wanted to be her
I wanna be her tomorrow,

I'll meet you on the side of the road.
no. No I wanna go.
I can hear the rain.

this is it.
the end of innocence.
consciousness kicks in with the drugs and I knew who I was
in the dark

significant


someone else.
wasn't I?

once?



take me back to good.
everybody wants to be someone else.