Hey my friend

I've seen you too many times
The metal in your face giving way to that squareness
Of granite jawbone and heart made of whale bone and blubber
To see your disposition is to know the meaning of compression
Coal turns to diamonds and dreams under less duress...
You're in love now
And I often wonder how you keep your pretty little heart from exploding
onto the streets and people you meet
Maybe that's your private challenge like a deadly high stakes game of
hot potato
See who'll be caught holding the bomb of heart...

Truth is I understand.
But you will explode on day.
If you don't release.

Open letter to the broken dream

I miss you.
I say it once I say it a thousand times
Reinforces the hastiness of my decision.
Makes me note the hastiness...
Next time there will be vocal contemplation
Next time I will wish it was this time
Our time.
Now time.

Preparing for the villiany of it all,
Its funny how time flies
When the spoons resume spinning
and you remember what time it is

And way off I hear a pencil tapping and the sound of skin on a leather
chair...
and some guy with his cold sliding scale
is there reminding me that my time is up.

You're right I tell him.
I knew this wouldn't work... I glance over to my future and repeat to
her... I told you so.

And then my time is up.

Sleeping

I hate sleeping.
I like being awaky while everybody else is sleep.
Like being alive while everybody is overnight dead...

But I'll doze eventually. Eventually.

I wonder

"What is it that you're missing?", asked a friend of mine... "When your
object of desire is gone, what is I am missing? Her or the thought of
her or how she makes me feel."

Everybody in love should ask themselves that. Everybody. Yes even
mutherfucker tom crooz and katie homeslice...

I reckon they don't care about the answer though...
What is the look of...
It got somethin to do with ummm...
Being a man and handling yo biz...
What love got to do wit it,
Ask SV its all...

whosaid

whosaid
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sayswho

Hot as a mutha

Instructions for surviving the heat this summer:

PS. This work for gals and guys just as well...

Step one. Strip naked
Step two. Secure cold beverage, fan and large bed.
Step three. Turn fan on and point at bed.
Step four. Spread eagle on bed
Step five. Holla.

classic

diana
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classic classic. thats all i can say.

diana

diana
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grace under frost

grace under frost
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smug asshole

smug asshole
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grace under fire

grace under fire
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i love this stuff...

Harder closing

I will miss you so much.
I know. You too.
Take good care of yourself.
You too. (Fighting the urge to say he loves ger as to avoid confusing
himslef or her)

Bye.
Bye.

The hardest closing

So I will talk to you later.
Ok.
Ok.
Bye.
Bye.

fontography and bunkerbusting

Fontographers are nice man. It must be really fun to make all those things and get to name each one all clever-like…

 

So yeah I’m hearing that the whole war thing has taken a new turn, “from the badddy side”, to quote my Rhodes Scholar friend and mentor Pootytang. There’s new terrorists (that didn’t take long at all) that are younger and all up inside London. So yeah. Just thought you should know something about it. very integrated they say this new guy is… very… normal. Now… as we DO need to insure national security, I am going to lock all of you up in little boxes and if you act up again I will round you up up bunker bust ya arse. Big bombs. Heavy shit. I mean it happened during WWII… so why not now. Not condoning it though, but look how easy they did it back then with the Japanese… they were like well we cant pick em outta ya ranks so everybody gets locked up. I wonder why I havent seen any films really about that. Maybe I don’t know all the facts about it because that seems strange that it was just like… uhh. Sorry?