Month: March 2013

I'm just a girl and  my intentions were good I begged and I pleaded but I was not to be stood under I went to my own little tunnel where I climbed and I climbed til I was caught, and put back in my kennel to be taught a lesson that I already knew was… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. II →

What's going on there, sweet emptiness of mine? Did you get lost upon your wandering, or did you just get stuck in your mind? forever, one deep, but always, cups twice, sprite and a pint, I use diamonds instead of  ice.  

"--no one ever came to me and said you're a fool there isn't such a thing as God somebody's just been stuffing you it wasn't murder i think god just died of old age and when i realized he wasn't anymore it didn't shock me it seemed natural and right maybe it was because I… Continue reading Frances Elena Farmer. Want me to spell it? →

Part one of Me, Myself, did not much mind. I started a new routine, where I live each day one toe at a time. I pick up one foot and then set it down. I pick up the other, and next thing you know, this Me is the talk of the town. One toe here and… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. I →