December 29, 2008
I Like to consider myself a mentally handicapped Charles Bukowski

Hook up after hook up
Anonymous sex
all these people
Meet and fuck
Just a good time.
I live in this crowd
A purgatory of endlessness
A constant cat and mouse game
We drink and we fuck
That’s all it is
Nothing meaningful happens
Pointless chatters
In a hall of dissonance
I hear your voice but what does it matter
All I wanna so it fuck
All I wanna so is enjoy your body

Can you blame me. With the clothes you wear and lies you spout how can I want anything else. This is party of two.

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January 29, 2009

there’s a reason i love Bukowski, and it’s cause it’s the cool thing to do.

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February 13, 2009
It.

I’m your back pocket go to.

the one that’s always there.

no matter what.

when you need it.

i’ll give it.

when you don’t know you need it

i’ll give it.

you can always have it.

name your price i’ll pay it.

i’ll ask for nothing in return.

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April 17, 2009
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Crickets by HORSE The Band

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May 15, 2009
There you left meIn the fog of my mindIn the fall of my youthThere you left meMissing you.

There you left me
In the fog of my mind
In the fall of my youth
There you left me
Missing you.

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September 16, 2009

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February 8, 2010

The first stain on these shoes are of cemetery earth.
The earth in which she buried.
Stains that I hope never wash away.

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