Mistaking a Mess of Things

ALTITUDE. PHOBIANOMY. SELF-MISREPRESENTED.

Press your luck – and it may give, but you can’t save your rainy day.
Fracture the method, scrutinize your will.

DEAD IN LINE.

Where did they put my pills? …and who’s your prototype? Questions bought at supermarkets. ATM debilitated. We don’t want the world to know. Spineless in the faculty. Face left in the sink. Afraid to leave the flat. Never coming home. Holes unplugged in skin. Clawing to get out…

THE EVERYDAY HANGOVER.

Stressandworry. Panic. Fear. Uptight. Distraught. Misunderstood by everyone. Stink of numbers. Counting sheep that growl and bark at you. Unable to cope. Alone and self-destructive. Unleash. Again. It never end and never ends…

EXPLODING PORCELAIN.

Bang. Bang. You’re red.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   No Comments »   17 March, 2010  

Vitamin Seizures

“気持ちいいぃぃぃ…” she moans, slow like syrup, as his lips slip from her neck down to the hollow of her throat. Her sounds direct his way…from underneath her chin onto her own mouth.

Tongues dance while fingers touch and clothes slide off like watercolours in rain. Cold skin takes time but eventually warms as he tastes the entire length of her nakedness, paying careful attention to lick the heat from her insides out.

They eventually burn…

…Outside in and under a sky that’s gone oyster grey. Standing in the middle between thick cobblestone walls crackling while it wets. Wondering where the memory suddenly came from – and why; and then neverminds it all, no redemption to be found in memories.

“Nothing more to do, nothing more to say. Speechless is the time here and it never goes away.”

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   Comments Off   17 February, 2010  

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