

Don't“You’re lying.” You said Looking up at me with those kill-for-you blue eyes. “I know.”Don't
“Don’t” It was that simple to you. Just that simple! Don’t. Just Don’t.
But Don’t What?! Give Me details! Give Me reasons! Yell at Me, Scream at Me Cry for Me… God, Do something for Me! But Don’t say… Do


Tires- better title neededThe scenery seems to fly As tires carry them by. Its late, and theirs no moon in sight And the stars aren’t out, in fear of artificial light. But the lake’s calm and the fireflies are bright As four friends drive off into the night. Their windows rolled down Their music up loud Their laughter carries but leaves no sound.Tires- better title needed
Cause where they are
They always seem to be Stuck in a town called nowhere Living anywhere but easy street And it seems like everything holds them back And all they can do is hope their tires can carry them fast Far away from any
Death Race 2000

the officious uterus"get intimate with my uterus," she says and i'm slowly backing away towards the door, "because it's really about You and Us; it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it." i can't believe she's actually saying this, summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit, trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising. she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it, enclosed a hand-written card in the package - "My heart pines for you,the officious uterus


To Go FarWoman, you said you wouldn't leave the world behind. All the pieces, you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring and drawing routes, bus trips back to where you think things start. This suitcase on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.To Go Far
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be over the moon by now. But you live limpid in the city lights and I live the same nights and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light you
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
that was the totally wrong thing. sorry. I meant to say, thanks for the favorite.
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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