body fluid overload

thanks friend...hand me that stick...as i stand over this pulp and liquify it to non-existence. maybe this time...yes! yes! holy fuck! yes!
god that felt fucking good...anyone wanna piece of this?!?!?
cmon!
please!
crazed. panting. swinging for takers as the tears welt at these eyes...
anyone?

closing time

last call for alcohol...and i sit staring at those great eyes as my hand gestures the extra round. lost in them...in the clear potions and brown eyes. intoxicated...infatuated.
words that leave those lips lost in the midst of lust covered in liquid love. digital red lines marking the point of near return. blue walls and reminding mirrors.
familiar gazed smile creeps over my lips. my hand stroking my thigh slow and deep.
brushing my hair with their perfect cheek and a goodbye.

migrating cynicism

waking up, the windows were fogged when i looked out. ordinary. cold.
but that clumsy bird made its way to my sill again.
'NOT NORMAL' the bird was labeled today.
"rather refreshing" i thought.
indeed, as cool as the wind that flooded the room.
perched on my shoulder through the day peeping its thoughts away.
it was patient in my movements and happy with my doings
so where did this 'NOT NORMAL' come from?
lets ask our imaginary friends

re-tro-duction

so it seems i need to break the ice with myself. it's been the longest and most uncomfortable and awkward elevator ride lately. the music keeps getting worse and each floor "ding" more nervous.
"might take a long time" he says
"what will" she asks
"the ride...to heaven...that is where you're going...right?"
and the ice was broken...badly...
but broken nonetheless.