Monday, July 30, 2012




clarity of thought,
wrought out of iron.
shackle me to my work and
my lover
i don't want another,
don't want to be a bother,

but my mind is so full
my skull's cracking.


and here i am,
lacking in what you'd call taste,
so much so
i've lost face
and all the
faith you had in me.


all i ever wanted to be was great.
great like alexander mcqueen,
finding things like you and me
so funny, because without that

i'll lose the space to feel the drive
run up my spine, through my blood and bone
and marrow, and mind, and soul.


you are all i ever want my love.


i'm organising a poetry reading that's pretty radd as which is cool as yeah huh.

#eloquent.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012






one hour and we're holding hands!


my boy's more beautiful than
any boy before.
he's like a sonic boom,
pure gold dipped in
melted diamonds.
he makes me melt,
he makes me coo
and fall asleep under
cherry blossoms
where he can find me
and wake me up
and take me where-
ever he wishes
because i'll be his 
girl forever more
and even more 
after that


oh oh you're so 
wonderful
i hope you know!
you blow my mind out
of this space
inside another plant
far far away. i can't be
mad at you when you're so
cute.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012


my heart is like
everlasting


bubble gum.


all for you to chew
and keep behind your
ear, or spit on the 
pavement.



two more sleeps
two more sleeps
two more sleeps
two more sleeps
two more sleeps
two more sleeps


and we'll be sleeping together

Monday, July 23, 2012


to touch,
and be touched, to
run my lips
across the arch of your spine,
and the slow curves of your chest,
to dance, and be returned,
to kiss,
and be kissed,
to fall asleep, and
dose in a red wash,
to know, and be known:
this is love.


OH, OLD LOVER LIES.



your skin on my skin.
Skim reading the obitutaries
and infrignement notices,
lotus' floating in water

Sunday, July 22, 2012

still so good
when i feel like sleeping all day

when people are really unhelpful

all the day ever day

head over
  heels into
  the space between your
  slightly parted lips,
  i hear you say:
  allah allah allah,
  and i start to fall,
  into the soft bones
  of your chest. it
  is like bliss 
  wrapped in inari
  and i have no
  possibility of being
  whole anymore
  and every atom
  in my universe 
  starts to shake
  for you

cant hide it anymore bloodhound gang are cool

i lov u so munch


Friday, July 20, 2012




its so obvious when i'm not busy cause i blog heaps. ha whep yea

TRACEY EMIN





hi i'm watching clerks for the first time and playing with my hair.
good life yeah yea

"Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier
than you are now.
We will never be here again."







Thursday, July 19, 2012

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

BANNER series - teaser


HIGH COUP series won


ABLB - PB


And because Love battles

And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love. 
Pablo Neruda
i eat cheese with my new hair
sublime,
pour some lemon
into my glass
i wanna pass
out all over you
and through your hair
and under your skin is where i want 
my home to be 
forever and
ever and
ever and
ever

Monday, July 16, 2012

 hormonal cry
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fuck all them bitches
fuck all them hoes
i'm jelly and lime flavored
and brutal
and hormonal
and i want you
and its not fair
and i'm whining
and i'm sorry
but goddamn

Saturday, July 14, 2012

i want your skin
over my skin
and you hands in mine
and eleven days feels like
too much.
oh
oh
oh
how i want your skin against mine.























[no bad days]

andreas banderas