smokeinatin-deactivated20120412 asked: Knots in the stomach.
Anonymous asked: I had a dream I killed myself. I put the cold barrel of a gun into my mouth and tasted the bitter metal before pulling the trigger. I felt a a flash of light penetrate my mind. And then there was nothing. Nothing at all. I wish it wasn't a dream.
con-mis-palabras-deactivated201 asked: sugar and wax.
Anonymous asked: The difference between stalking and appreciating.
moderateclimates asked: Flaming skin and making love.
heartuntamed asked: The difference between good and good enough.
lesbiem asked: The difference between making love and having sex
keciasamethystheart asked: You should fill my head with ideas like an angry swarm of bees
loqui asked: Feathers. Go on mr lee make it tasty :p
Why Not Ask What We're All Wondering?
I love it when you drop one-word and single-sentence themes for me to write about. I like the element of chance and chaos you bring to things. You get me thinking my same old thoughts, but about whatever’s on your mind. Or some perversion thereof. I like letting you lead me on, lead me astray, lead me down some simple country path, no doubt lined with razor-wire and trip-mines, the kind...
Fire, In The Night
He wrote his suicide note with sticks of dynamite. He kissed the world good-bye with a road-flare between his teeth. Take a look at the last known footage of him. Clearly he was doing something intentionally, you can tell by the focus on his face. He was shouting something at somebody just to the left of the camera, but there’s no sound. He could have been laughing, he could have been...
Anonymous asked: What do you think is the best way for someone to commit suicide?
Baby, be my perfect way to die. Be the cliffside I could tumble off of. Be the blade in my back. Lay down with me like poison. Sleep with me like a sweet release. Yeah, if there’s one more bullet in the gun, I want it to be you. If there’s one more step to take, I’ll take it off of you, And tumble into oblivion. Baby, be my ending, be my resolution. Be the last page I...
Dating Is Hard
“If I’d wanted to hurt you, I’d have stuck it in deep, instead of just cutting along the surface.”
No Guarantee For Failure
We’re sitting in a roadside cafe, out on the highway. It’s nighttime, and a song I know just well enough to hate is playing on the radio. I have a few friends like that too, people I know just well enough to dislike. “Inevitability is a strange sorta thing. The death of ideas.” She nods. I’m supposed to go on. “I think maybe some day I’m going to take...
Learning To Share
She charged fifty to blow, eighty to fuck. I charged a hundred bucks an hour for the pleasure of my conversation. We split the difference and just bought each other lunch, out at the cafe by the airport, where they bake fresh pies every day. She got strawberry, I got blue. Blueberry pie, and blue skies above. There’s a wound cut into her that might be my name; she flinches when she...
There's Something Numbly Inevitable About Our...
“I don’t feel obliged,” I said, putting the gun up to the centre of his chest, and then just a little to his left, “to justify myself to you.” He opened his mouth to speak. I opened his heart to bleed. I squeezed the trigger and sent a thumb-sized bolt of metal through his body, bursting the muscle in the centre of him that kept his crimson life flowing. The...
Anonymous asked: That one sucked. :(
Stuck Between Teeth
Read this part slowly, it’s full of little bones. They snap underfoot, and they get caught in your throat, like, Y’know, Words you wanted to say, but couldn’t. We all have a lot of crap like that, stored up inside us. We’re all liars by omission. We all store up all the best bits of ourselves for a tomorrow that never actually comes. We miss out on so much of...
Nothing Changes But The View
She can’t tell me enough about myself. She grabs the gun, and kicks me out of the airplane. “I’m breaking up with you,” she says, as the plane blinks off into the distance. I’m falling at a million moments a mile, now. I’m tumbling down to earth, like a weighty conversation that took a brief detour to flightier, more fanciful aims. Yeah, I’m coming...
She Sounds Like Dead Air
You’re not a problem, but I’m gonna solve you. You’re not a mystery, but I’m gonna solve you. I’m gonna solvent you. I’m gonna be something you mix into until your molecular bonds weaken and fray. I’m gonna be your solvent, I’m gonna loosen you up. A pretty girl walked up and caught my eye, caught my hand by my fingertips, she caught my ear with a...
Insight And Smoke
Gonna put on that abstract pattern generator, watch some colours go drifting by. Look for lessons in the drifting, shifting blurs. Yellow and blue overtop of each other like a photonegative of fuck all. Red spheres burn and churn and turn over and over and over until their big flat plans of dots, exploding dots, of orange and chartreuse. Kicking rhythms turns the shades against themselves,...
Anonymous asked: What do you think is the perfect girlfriend? Like, what characteristics do you think are most important?
She Was Mine, To Love And Burn
What I loved about her, was her hair. The way it burned. Yeah, she’d shampoo with napalm and then set herself alight when it got dark, and I’d follow her burning mane, as she shrieked on ahead of me. She told me that she was a ninja, and space princess, and a roller-skating queen. She told me that she was deathly allergic to sobriety and work. On full moons, she bathed in the blood of pickles,...
She comes up to me, comes on to me, drunk as she can be, and giggling. Everything about her reminds me of why she left me, and why I left her. She left me, but I broke up with her. I broke up with her once she’d left the room, and she still blames me for that. She’s waiting. By the stairs. And she’s waiting. for me to come home. Doors try to slam, but stay open. She tries to...
Until It Fades
She and I wanted to live in a better world. So first we had to tear down the old one. She had hard iron nails, jutting out from her fingertips. She pressed them up against me until they drew blood, and she pushed them against paper until they drew a pretty picture, a pretty picture outlined in my blood. Red fades to black fades to grey. She tracks me, she follows me. She tracks me like little...