1. i thought we
2. were friends.

they'd see

all of it

all of me

all of it



all of the good 
that won't come out of me.

can i just say...

SANTINO RICE and DANIEL VOSOVIC are my facebook friends.

That is all.

I say,

“This is a bad idea.

This might be a bad idea

…well, maybe”

Tell me how it would be-

soft and slow and

nothing but the way

you think I want it.

You say,

“Baby. This is so right.”

I know you want it.

You don’t have to keep telling me.

S t o p  telling me.

Stop curving your lips.

Licking them. Curling them around

soap block teeth.

My body is not your meat.

Bone arched.

Spine.

Meat.

Last effort,

“I’m tired,

so not today.”

Roll your tongue

back into that stale

mouth.

Post anonymously.

1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.

( because we don't look like ladies of the night... )

In my first dream i ran from the altar twice. 

In my second i did angel dust.

Today Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease

was purchased. Thank you M.H. and may the gods have mercy on our souls.

Sierra and i are probably going to a bad place when we die...let's hope it's a good time.

It’s as r e a l as

blood-lacquered

paper...

metal hearts and broken saviors.

But don’t worry baby.

All you have to do is pull the

blanket tighter.

i am feeling more and more relaxed.

Empty yourself of everything:

Let your mind be at peace.

While ten thousand things rise and fall

the Self contemplates their return.

Each of them grows and flourishes and

then returns to the source.

To return to the source is stillness,

which is to fullfill the way of nature.

The way of nature is constant.

Knowing constancy is insight.

-Lao Tsu

4th century BCE

i am feeling more and more relaxed.

Positive energy in,

negative energy out.

i am feeling more and more relaxed.

But where does it go? What if it is passed on to another?

i'd rather keep it inside if that's the case.

i am feeling more and more relaxed.

i need goals. Maybe thats not the right word. In any case, i need the incentive to do something worthwhile.

i am feeling...

So...i was bitten by a snake today.

It hurts my ribs when you pick me up.

When you grip my sides

i can feel my flesh move over them.

Your hipbones stick into my legs.

Your pressure has left its mark on me.

i can see it.

And i can see it in your face.

And i don’t like it.

Maybe i should move to the ocean.

My connection to the tide is wearing,

and i'm afraid to lose it.

Is it impossible to obtain an authentic identity when influenced by countless sources- perhaps religious, political, or ethnically based?  Through a person’s need to belong, is it necessary to conform to general populations?  And in doing this, is a body's own persona shed?  Does this original identity conflict with the new facade?  Trying to be pleasing to others as well as satisfying oneself always makes for an interesting internal mêlée.

It makes me want to bend,

lean my cheek on the wall,

and focus on each

 inconsistent breath with that much more conviction.