kalischild

Strange to watch a crush transform into something softer.

Like watching roses fade.

Like watching a fire burning down to embers.

(This is a metaphor, but it is not a lie.)

When a bonfire is at it's peak, that's when you dance, and chant, lost in the rythmm and the heat. When your song sings true. Every movement is wild and uncontrolled; the fire burns...
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If you have seen me, out in the dust, a black megaphone in my fist, testifying for the dark side, you should know how to answer the following question:

Do you trust me?

Silence: The Musical

This is teh greatest evar.

I like this, even though I don't beleive it to be true.

"Passion and plutonic friendliness, often contrary siblings, frequently wear similar faces to hide the great distance between them"
-Darin Strauss

So once, I was standing at the departure gate at SFO, a dozen roses fallen on the floor, watching a 747 heading to London.

I had lanesplit for 90 miles, at 90 miles an hour, to be there.

Knight to queen four.

We had stood on the beach, in Monterrey, and she had told me she loved me, that it had taken her forever to...
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Sliding downwards, standing still.

She holds herself inside so tight she never lets the strength out, just the light. If only she knew what I knew; that the moment that you cease to care what you have to lose is the only time you can't lose.

That is when you begin to gain strength, and the silky-smooth sense of your own power, along with the...
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I want an International Harvester Scout.
You know the one. Square as a brick with tire treads you could fit your fist in. No soft top. No hard top. No damn top at all. I want to take this rusted, dusty primer-gray fuck-of-a-truck straight down the coast; 2 quarts of 1921 reposada, and a cooler full of Coronas and limes. A couple of steaks, shrimp,...
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"And all I know for real is knowing doesn't mean so much."

Sometimes freedom sings a siren song.

Sometimes the skin of a stranger can taste like honey from a thousand miles away.

Sometimes you feel compelled to smash your ship against the rocks, come what may, and let the sailors drown

Sometimes compromise feels like a thousand little deaths.

Sometimes you feel like a...
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Alright.

I was in a mini riot.

I was hungover, wanted Bar-B-Q, and manifested a West Oakland Street party, with led to my achieving said Bar-B-Q.

After acheiving my Bar-B-Q, a friend called me and said "Hey, I'm having a Bar-B-Q, come over."

I cuddled a go-go dancer in S.F. at 5 A.M. Her boyfriend went to sleep in the next room.

I had sunglasses...
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Right now, I am so in a mood for Jenny Holzer.

The Lustmord Period.

Beaten silver bands curving aound bleached white bone.

Warm and diffuse golden light, like honey poured over maple wood.

Skin-soft shadows filling the empty halls.

Cloth rustling against cloth as we hold hands, dancing like thieves.

Would you fuck in the Guggenheim?

Would you trace your nails over soft skin laid...
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When I'm inside,
I feel the serpentine drive of filter sweeps drawing me down, and out.

I am in the only place I feel safe.

I drift in the darkness, drowning in a cavern full of black steel bones, and rust.

When I'm inside, I hear the angels telling me it is over, that it is ending, and that I am the only one left,...
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