WORDS ARE FLOWERS OF NOTHING. I LOVE YOU.– Richard Brautigan, An Unfortunate Woman (via stateomaine)
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different...– Hermann Hesse (via sorakeem)
After Halloween Slump
My magic is down. My spells mope around the house like sick old dogs with bloodshot eyes watering cold wet noses. My charms are in a pile in the corner like the dirty shirts of a summer fatman. One of my potions died last night in the pot. It looks like a cracked Egyptian tablecloth.
Low Times- I Totally Love You
Tell me, are you single yet my heart’s as big as Texas
I want to be the one you want in your mind and your gut and your bathroom But I don’t want you to fuck the whole world to find out. Charles Bukowski
Now he walks around with strands of you all over him As if you were still spending the night
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you; it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I’ll tell you what I mean. ...
Last night Xochi and I drank too many mimosas and we all played movie charades but Xochi and I just kept yelling out “Poltergays” which is the name of a late night HBO porno movie that was on the other night. Then we decided we were hungry so Sean, Emanuel, Xochi and I went to McDonalds even though I wanted Del Taco and when we got back to the house, everyone was asleep and the doors...
A couple people gathered round the apple tree, the serpent was a pusher rather naturally. All of the fig leaves that he sold us would make us pretty…or so he told us. Dad was so mad, his thunder clapping he closed the gate and sent us packing. it seems so long…how have we managed to make it back from all the damage?