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Love in P-land America (OVER SIXTEEN)

PsyLynx · 2005-02-28T12:29:53Z

Love in Pisser-Land America 2-27-05 Swish around the sun with a background of pin-prick stars, like cacti, all keeping their secrets. I don’t think that this place is natural in a gas-station bathroom, with ultra-still marijuana-smoke rings, floating like mother-fucking flying saucers. I don’t know how I got here, ‘cause for the last six months, I ain’t kept a journal, and so this part is a blur, and I guess that that means that I’m mostly dead, laughing to myself and solving my problems like ashes into the wind while sitting on a holy bathroom shitter in America’s obscene industrial orange 3 AM trucker night. I don’t think it’s natural. I don’t think I’m ready to fall face-first into this next minute, when we drive away with the heavy expectation of screwing each other, b/c I’m full of horny vibro-bunnies, and you just want a nice, strong guy. Guess that’s me at 3:45 AM, and I’m all ultra-alive with a double espresso in my veins and John Fogarty with the CCR crew tearing my mind to fucking shreds, I don’t think I’m ready. And if I said to you, “let’s just sit and get holy” , would I sound insane? Could you follow my lead into the forest, where I should know the names of everything but am embarrasingly wordless? so I’ll laugh with you, and we’ll see the squirrels try to sleep, with tranquility stolen by sensory pollution, oh, it’s our sound. And would that be heaven? Yet I open my mouth, and all that comes out is ganja-drenched actor words that I don’t mean, and all you do is completely-sane actress-dances, like a ballerina from Hell and I laugh coarsely and I grab her, then for a second something good overcomes me, light a light from fallen Heaven, and I slide down something that’s an amphetamine and hope that maybe it’s all better now. and w-when ThE53 w8rbz fa17 me, where the hell does my message go?

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Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:07 pm

Cade says... · Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:07 pm

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Please check the dates on threads before you revive them...this one is definitely expired! There are plenty of newly posted works out there whose authors could benefit from a critique.

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Love in P-land America (OVER SIXTEEN)

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