Re: You wash up, I forget. by Bachus	28-May-04/12:19 PM
the luminous drifting from room to room carrying thoughts in tow. ruminating like a fat hamster on a plastic wheel........waiting for the right moment to jump off. and who ever does. giving inanimate objects life is so feckin' glorious. "medicine cabinet's mirror"...........all it was...was a comma but i felt my fingerprint on the glass. j.
regarding some deleted poem...	28-May-04/1:35 PM
We, thin lipped losers strung out on chance and cigarettes, still praying for a win, faithful fucks courting the lady's hand with our pathetic charms and smacked up veins sadly lacking. ///// black jack poker face chunk of cheek too tired to speak. the sound of dice rolling. the filtered air spewing. the women attached to their livelihoods by strings and cords and cards. smiling a grimace with a creature comfort smoke clenched between yellow teeth. noted: brutish and delicate double entendres of the sexual nature. j.