quasi_sean

smile. too happy.
techno--rock school.
where now, is the other shoe?
pictures. of.
sound.

at last--afternoon sleepy quiet the agony is abolished & i am singing hymns of garden pleasure left naked a skeleton w/erection is dancing bald is the darkness not quite the product of shitty animal flavor but i drink regardless--
feel it like a sexual awakening from a nitemare spent sweating the bullets that will punctuate my life and actions as uncomfortable as what i am too the world if it is me & this is all to sit anonymous alcoholic w/bulging, screaming liver too tired to cry any rivers for the giants who demand it? but i am sorry for the platform, sorry i made tears many left a sweaty grease shat dripping down the bathroom wall inspired by a million of your afternoon is full of God and hallow-cination letters.
i'll write to you, phantom-cheerleader of the east coast surfboard mix and sappy, sappy, letters to you, dear lady.
you stinky fucking hippy.
i love you.
i'll write notes to you, you dreamer who would never shame me yet i still won't feel good unless i can stare into your eyes--dark chapters of melancholy and boredom. i'll forever love the way you held me against the sheets & fucked me lovely 'till the sun broke to blue against your silhouette in a pause moments are endless & this, this is what i'll see on the back of my eyelids before i am cremated to the sky--my ashes spread like legs and roses around the avenues.
skin tight.