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i wants graniph shirt! pull&bear sicko19 jeans! wants wants wants~
yufisher's candy rain photobook please!
in love with green

thank you mum for the lovely necklace.

these words have been erased, deleted and repeated
morse code becomes a lullaby
frisky, we can't put a face to her back
elevation, curiosity spends her days tired and old
you are slow to dawn, day has his eyes on the moon

heading to bangkok with boss
see you in a week's time, maybe

braille

our tongues are cheap
like braille we trace skin, in hope to make up for sight
i find you haggling
"daisies for your love madam, daisies for your love."
that pout does not belong to you
these lips for another
apples for your lilies;

on humid days she ties her hair up
you see her rabbit shaped ears, neck and chest
up for sale

trick

we perform tricks on each other as though we're magicians
but we do not have cards up our sleeves
these imp-like actions, we criticize and fall apart
there's a broken down radio transmission in the far corner of your room
out your window - the world

i am a shoujo robot on auto-pilot
chasing white rabbits in alice's wonderland in a maze for two
i am alice, the red queen, the cheshire cat, the flower on the precipice
i'm all pretence anyway

once i met a robot

vulgar

a half hearted day
fuck words such as heartbroken and love that are so cliche
yet i have no other descriptive words for Joyce
yes Joyce no Joyce, Joyce Joyce Joyce Joyce Joyce
i hate that name.

vulgar
consider fuck = sex, i must have been shouting "SEX!" "SEX!" "SEX!" yesterday afternoon
my drafts are beginning to look like that too. fuck

goodnight.

cigarettes and milk

a carton of milk expires on my birthday
same to my twentieth year of resolutions
a cigarette to commemorate history
it burnt the hem of my dress, i will never light it again.

3.18 - 3.23

an apple lies about her blood being red
while eyes closed, she dreams of another
a cat dies on her thirteenth life
she sleeps through car lights and fluorescent
love becomes fiction, is was are were made no sense
these are the stripes i walked in, draped over my chest
we breathe out these clouds, sigh a little and say goodbye
grow up and seed wisdom in your head, little girl
albeit fiction was love and love was fiction, we made love non-existent
meltdown and scraped knees, elbows; tears on cheeks
we scream we want infinity, we will never make it.

i hope you're happy, pomegranate seeds and Persephone.

A jester spends her days laughing.

pomegranate

everyone wants to save a damsel in distress
persephone ate the bleeding pomegranate
one day i was a boy