it's all fun now but wait until you can't breathe the air anymore
he's the kind of asshole that rolls his own cigarettes. blue collar and professes himself to be brass knuckled, but can't pull his own weight.
dont let anyone come near you.
i have never seen him without sunglasses.
i have never seen his wife without a bikini on. she's always outside, but he hardly is. slouched and pot-bellied with a grin that stains childhoods; the pig.
there is huge significance to being there but nobody there talks like it is. it's like they forgot: they never cared to know to begin with. that is its significance.
the worst part is that they never thought about it
he wanted to talk to me but i had to turn him away. it's not the right year for it.
she gave my cheek the most brisk kiss as the sunlight was cut up into thousands of pieces by the forest around the church, yelling as it held them back
a hanger of men in rows of chairs, all alseep upright with their heads shaved off and in the nude. there is a dim green light which covers them all.
you know there is a part of you that thinks they are right.
youve always been my friend
don't be embarrassed. i think it's cute.
her voice was reluctant, she half-stepped her breathe. her words were bullet-points that she seemed to have learned to make so people could listen to her without losing interest as they usually did. her brevity wasn't resigning however. sometimes she seemed to have the most control out of everyone talking.
oh, you're just so fucking principled! oh, wouldn't it be so much fucking better if everyone was just as principled as you!? you're always so right, david. please, why don't you tell me how to run my life, being as i apparently have zero fucking idea how to do it myself!
i know you want it :)
the luxury apartments in every city in north america are the same. so are their condos, so are their suburbs, so are their sidewalks, as are their skies.
she wrapped herself around me. we were both naked. we just wanted to feel each other, there was nothing else to it.
my stomach slid out lopsided, cupped by her hands and arms. i tried tucking in, but i could feel her smiling.
her voice misted from behind my head,
"it's going to be okay now",
she whispered.
"with all my heart, i promise."
then i started to cry. my tension was hysterical, but she held me so tight. it was enough to fall into her. in luminous ebullition, i was there.
we had shut off all the lights: there was nothing brighter than us.
i thought i didn't have to worry until i really saw how deep it was
you know she knows what it is when you leave it on the floor by your bed. that's why she doesn't pick it up.
like exorcism, like murder, like shit, but wholly mundane; the waste floats in the toilet like cirrus clouds in a sky that has stopped being deep. you wash your hands and make sure you don't look at yourself for too long. (pssst...! this one is about jerking off!)
our words build up seriatim with a pace that makes us forget we'll be doing this the whole night.
you'll look even dumber if they saw any of this
this is what a city looks like (calgary, alberta)
you're not deep for beating around the bush. you're just afraid.
"...but you seem like i can trust you."
the faster you go, the less you think about it. language leaves like before it came in: you're really here now.
he sounded like a girl when he tried to tell me to stop. i couldn't hear his nose break, but i could see the blood. the ground eventually made more noise than he did.
