there is a way to involve ourselves in the past without honoring the present, there are ways to honor ourselves without destroying the past. with the regard and notice of this civilization, there is more fire to burn, more air to breathe, and finally, fewer people to bother me. these woods have served me well, [...]
maidens are the way of the world. we pawn ourselves for their glances and mix ourselves toxins in order to better grasp their meaningless anxieties. i can tell you without any malice that there is nothing more appealing than a woman who can speak clearly and anunciate. there are those who may disagree who may [...]
often in life, we are confronted with the many obstacles and desires that combine into the words and talents of this or any generation, but far from my own capacity to instigate rivalry among the masses, i can ensure that with time and money i will be able to own anything i choose. that said, [...]
letting the world in, letting the colliding atoms of my youth forge their way back into the soulful promise of the yesteryear, the yesterday that wrote the novel i could have told you in person but i ran from you and nothing else, beyond everything, beyond the danger, beyond the courage was a man who [...]
no more auction block for me i said. but she wrote me anyway, after i told her not to, and with that i was smitten, not in the old-fashioned way with love and romance, but in the new-fashioned way of obsession and remorse. i had so many chances to love her, so many opportunities to [...]
the last few seconds have been very difficult for me and my family. we all miss the days when we could walk down the street and not feel affected by the loneliness of virtue or the cowardliness of cowardice. that said, my own side has been rid of the world that seeks the wide legs [...]
yes i am getting married today, but i will not be wearing a tuxedo, rather i will be wearing a corduroy overall getup that my mother designed for me before she died. my cufflings will be made of original suede, and my sandals will be made entirely of silk. i know that my outlandish sense [...]
the lightly colored man was quiet when he wrote me this poem, but i cannot read it for the time is not right. when the time is right, or rather, i feel the time has passed quickly enough for me to give back my love, to sequester myself back to the world and suffer my [...]
the last few days have been terrific, without any curfew or reason to be dead, i have found life without borders, life without honors, life without anything but my own desires, and that is fulfilling, not sure why or how and when, but all in the days minutes i have found that not one man, [...]
the poker we played was natural, but i could not feel or would not feel or happened to feel, or understood how i felt, or just died a natural death. often times in these times of all the times, i was lucky enough to engage in my own misunderstanding, my own death. but here, in [...]