2009 July:

2009 April:

2009 March:

2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

i have gone so far out,
i just might not come back at all!

each and every silent stare
triggers a fire-coated bullet,

i have become swiss-cheese

(THE BUBBLEBATH)
i soak in my loathing fear imitating innocence
with my unbearable stench of guilt,
and a nose as long as Pinocchio

eyes clammed shut
mind charcoaled

(am i dead?)

maybe

meditated

(THIS IS FREE)

thoughts are thin
cashmere for skin