disposableshit

page 22 is closer to the end than salted chicken in a brown paper bag.
we should consider plastic surgery to dry the rain.
red lights and tape are the solution in most investigative borrowings.
like csi. just fluffier. and with a purple core.

that’s what she said before she went to bed
and she cried in everybody’s face with blunt scissors.

a rolling stone goes a long way.
a going stone rests in unobtainable peace.
a peace stone is never entirely recovered unless you pin a badge on it or you suffer from outrageous zen attacks.

she burned down the forest as an inexorable consequence of spinning around her centre of gravity on a white wine day.
"that leaf of grass should have known better."
she painted her eyes red so the world would look slightly out of key. (in waltz rhythm.)
she counted on resting in barbed wires for the rest of the year, though she might die of old age three weeks ago.
i put my hand into the boiling water to measure the density of despair and neatly folded two pairs of socks. one for gertrude. one for sylvie. and one for the ever-loving mother mary of masturbation.
i remembered to hug her only in inappropriate situations or when the clouds were low enough to make sense.
she sent me flowers for someone’s funeral twice and i made a pretty sweater from them – for her to wear once i ran out of paper. or ink. or good fortunes. or lust of life. or never-ending strawberry fields. (underwater, naturally.)
i thought i could be sal and she’d be dean, and that roads are always just as long as the distance between your spine and your gut. or your cerebral cortex. (not sure.)
she said, paying for something you could get for free elsewhere is stupid.
i couldn’t follow.
she was afraid to hurt.
she is not the kind of girl that faints in the face of a few drops of blood. or seven.
she likes tap dancing only if the planks underneath sound like a coffin.
i told her sincerity is lethal – especially when going on a three-day field trip to delaware.
she wasn’t sure if she was coming.
neither was i.
(where is delaware anyhow?)
i liked the blank pages in the front of a book because they looked so innocent.
she said she knew it all..