i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
This constant ache
like a river
flows
so much right through
flesh and bones
and throbs aimlessly
beneath skin
engulfing everything
consuming everything
pure and sacred
forcing bleeding
through heavily gauzed feelings
until there is nothing left
but an overused
worthless
unmoving
shell of deadened hopes
close mouthed but gaping
wide.
brin bit this at ; 1:26 PM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.