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taking off rwy eighttwosix me and my paper aero plane west into the sunset stars racing by i turned sixteen they said i could drive in communiqué heading deep in the milky way jamming as hendrix is fuckin’ up the spangled banner time being this matter of velocity flying by showers of memories a day with no umbrella this day i chose to try normal for those on the other side of all the things i never needed i don’t need them now when the time is come i did some right i did some wrong spread these wings in flight crash to burn in vampire light no sleep can bring me

It was last summer, you pretty little girl. Let me just …touch! Back to basics. as those jeans never fitted so well. Bodylines are timeless, my fever to tell, ablaze with thoughts. Harder, Better, Faster… A sexy black strike, a natural nude or one fine ass. Feel too sexy drawing these conclusions. A sofa untouched diagonally strewed. Her beautiful shoulder, curves and shadows fall, Hips and pearls me in your skin. Wait… Lightness of being and just between us, this sweet ying and yang. She stretches gracefully sin in black, with bedtime stories. Artistic luminosity through my eyes, directions of sensualit

last night, I glimpsed a great white egg, in the dark behind my eyelids. it was being broken open by a dull, green beer bottle. out poked the snout of a drunk, under-age Tyrannosaurus Rex. he spoke in a spray of tiny bubbles. "I've decided that 'The Kensington Landlord' is a hilarious title for a fake, black & white, British, horror film. at first, I didn't know if it was hilarious or if it was only funny to me. then, I realized they meant exactly the same thing." "back in the 1940s, Webby was a tough, bright yellow, baby duckling who wore a faded brown cabbie hat. he took no nonsense. he ruffled a lot of feathers ...things are d

The sun is up and I'm officially invisible. I want to scribble a note or write two names in wet cement. This commemorates the morning of the night we didn't spend together. This is a reminder that I exist. This is proof of priorities reversed. I put pen to paper out of habit and foot in mouth out of pure talent. I'm not really sure what's under the surface, because no one has ever bothered to scratch that far. I do know loyalty. I do know trust. I do know that, every time I open my mouth, someone else does the speaking for me. Nobody wants to be lonely, but sometimes we're not satisfied with the alterna