Textual DériveThe Kinetic Phonetics of a Terminal Fool
These are the writings of Savage Henry Lee, known to many as "that guy" or "him" or "y'know". I am... maybe a poet, maybe a loser. Either way, a perpetual happening. ØØØ
I live, I breathe, I write. I feel a need to share my writing with the world. I don't know why, but it just feels better that way. It's a process. XXX
Despite all my rage, I am still just a word on a page.
Had Her Where She Wanted Me
She was such an onion eyed girl.
She smiled at me, through all those tears. She smiled sunshine at me, while the rain pounded on the window like it resented not being invited in.
She whispered songs in my ears when my ipod went dead. She told me the plots of new movies when we couldn’t figure out how to download them illegally.
She cried like it was her last birthday, like she’d just fallen in love, or been hurt for the first time.
