Friday, April 26, 2013

pop all the speech bubbles.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Sunday, April 14, 2013

"Why are you eating so many peaches?"
"Because if we are what we eat, I want to be peaches."

it becomes more and more difficult to suck the poison out of your life when it is slowly sinking into your pores, your body sipping from it's cup, when it begins to bond with your DNA and your skin turns from peaches to grey ash. when you scrape the bottom of your stomach for something but there is nothing left of you, only poison, only

Saturday, April 6, 2013

(give) me room, a little more, a     little                   more
belly is bloated with falsity, my breath is barely
there, I am -holding- back because I have nothing to  
                 to you 

             I have no-
                  thing to 

I'm sorry, 
I'm sorry.