midnight motorway noises
26 February 2008
because i am sporadic, at best
Read these people. These are the ones colouring between the thick black lines of my San Francisco adventure with fluorescent markers that smell like watermelon or orange sherbet.
This one
And this one
And this one, too
This one
And this one
And this one, too
22 February 2008
i blame lily jamie nash t...
My mouth feels full of too many teeth tearing through tongue and ripping my gums. No sooner sprouted they begin to wobble and I spit them out bloody.
I sit sheepish as the others collect my irregularities, string them together and put them on like daisy chain crowns.
I remain, sitting on my hands,
wiv
foughts
and
words
what
sit
uncomfy
in
me
mouf and fumble among the teeth to find my r, my l and my o.
I sit sheepish as the others collect my irregularities, string them together and put them on like daisy chain crowns.
I remain, sitting on my hands,
wiv
foughts
and
words
what
sit
uncomfy
in
me
mouf and fumble among the teeth to find my r, my l and my o.
