The poor man’s dead, of course it is good to speak well of him.
As for cities?
Yuck.
Street Talk
shit…
I mean, why? Why get mad?
Go with it. Like, what? What is the big deal?
A bit of a temper I’d say, and for what?
What’s the big deal?
She is only fourteen.
Death is Easy
trying to understand and love a human being. complete failure and success at the same time. thankfully there was cheese as a reward instead of an electrical shock.
God, Bird, Swan, Fish
Maybe It’s a Poem
(been awhile since dabbling in poetry, and for good reason)
When words take away the clarity of the picture
When a picture can be painted in a thousand words
It is then the moment where memory must plant the flag of triumph
over the mountain of eye and tongue.
Lime jello…
No matter where I stand in a room the green blob stares at me while it wiggles.
On the ladder I thought
and thought
and thought…
then, after more thinking
I smiled
until
those fucking thoughts came back again.
Just another day
After a busy day of blowing up worlds it is nice to watch reruns of Dexter while painting my claws pink.
Juice From a Fairie’s Heart
Yep. You read it. You thought it. You reacted to it…
Good.
And lemme tell ya wut.
sye (she) always does it…
Robin Lipinski 