Friday, August 10, 2012
fast food
I'm tired of two-dimensional characters,
cardboard stands, and speech balloons.
With practiced emotions and plastic hearts
they parade their ever-changing skin under
furling banners of pride drinking in the
stinking glue they use for blood. Bleeding
souls with the transparent selfless
flesh they feed upon. My own stop-sign
singed from burning, licking lips.
Reaching inside moldy lunch boxes their
hands sparkle under freshly donned rainbow
sprinkles slicing into my real flesh with their
tried and true twinkie defense.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
blood
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| Blood has so much significance in my life. I'm inspired by it, frightened by it, repulsed, enamored, mesmerized. |
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
a day in the life
so the other day, I was tying these Birkenstocks to the back of my rainbow van, when this silly dyke starts screaming about how I need to let her go. Big baby kept saying something about how much her feet hurt. They were HER Birkenstocks! It's not my fault they didn't feel quite right.
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