Monday, May 6, 2013

It's not the pain, it's the permanence.

"They are people.  They just have to love us more than everyone else does." -A friend, about parents.  

Check the rims.  Someone's mom has a small penis.


"Thinko de Mayo"



Where are all the girls I grew up with?

Where is Christina?
Where is Shakira?
Where is Britney
Or Mandy 
Or Gwen?

What happened to Jessica
Or our sister Ashlee?

Are they all hanging out without me?

Are they all hanging out within me?

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All that is solid melts into air.

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