March 2012
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February 2012
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WELP.
If I’m spending my night on here, I may as well get proper drunk.
This Valentine’s day I got my pup a peanut butter filled bone and me some pizza and IPA to enjoy in bed.
My night ≥ Your night.
EFkbkb, I could just die so happily within your claws. My last exhale dwindling in the cavernous embrace of your skinny, boney little arms and constricting tighter with each thought. I could just literally die so happily within your claws, sweet creature.
I saw you undress, like the trees at the end of fall, in the afternoon. The sun through the crack in the window licks at your shoulders and neck. Your chest’s resilient tremors crawl through my chest and surface again with tiny leaves, reaching fingertips, to the twilit glow of the moon.
I tried to capture the moon but the thieving clouds stole that too.
I think at some point last night a phantom swept through my room in a menacing rage because all of my shit was thrown about. All of my jackets and scarves hanging on the back of my chair, my harp was tipped over, and a painting lying face down on the ground. Also, this thing must have popped me pretty good on the forehead too because I woke up with a bump.