.:milwaukee:.

I got your postcard today
it made me incredibly happy...

.:get your own brain:.

So funny when you are thinking all day about something and then for some reason you read it
or hear that exact though in the newspaper or someone else's conversation.
Sometimes on a song on the radio or a talk show on tv.
The exact same discussion you are having in your head, and you want to yell
EXACTLY!!
Well fuck you and your little facebook

.:lying in sadness:.

Moon to my earth come from some other space
so totally white at our evening meal,
wearing a coat that will not last the year,
I love you completely as salt.

Tell the one about an hour before darkness
in your room above the Bangcock Massage Parlour.
The one where pain rises with the bread,
filling you with its yeasting smell.

It's dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it's already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.

James L. White

.:cotidiano:.

Contigo siempre es lo mismo
solo hablas de sexo
Conmigo simepre es igual
solo hablo de ella
Con ellos todo es diferente
ni se acuerdan de nosotros..

.:all in all:.

you told me not to worry,
you told me this would never die
i agreed.
yet, ineluctably, things fade a way
even love at some point disappears
that night with knives in your eyes
you turned around and walked away
such disdain
just like when She left,
and Nothing was left
now that time has passed
and i have grown
i know with out a doubt
i wished i had stayed

.:oblivion:.

Dicen que el interes tiene pies..
pues ni me interesan tus pies,
ni mis pies van a ti.