ill see you at sunset.

In the creases of the tree trunk and in between the cracks of the leaves there are secrets. Do you still remember the women in the red dress? The man screaming in my loud music send an earthquake of vibrations through the air waves leaving no space to listen. Do you still remember the broken button on my dress? it was pure ecstasy hidden inside a blue rose. Chocolate valentine dices that commanded us to play hide and seek inside the invaded box.. i think theyre now sitting at the bottom of my trash can. i remember the paintings we rolled over on my mattress and how the sheet's never failed to soak in all the red parts. Willow trees limp over my shoulders, inviting me to come play. but i dont play these games anymore even though i have before. but maybe just this once, ill play again. But there are others, with pears and tiny red sour apples hanging from their branches. I wonder if im even tall enough to reach for them, even in my betsy shoes. so i run. not away from them. but just to feel some space, just to listen. ill be laying on the ground with my feet up in the air just so i can walk on the clouds. they hold no secrets in between the blue and the white.

pounds like a voodoo drum.

CRIMSON RED

reconstruction
consequently
disintegrating
into
effective
arrangements

the apparent inactivity as an artist achieved scandalous success and listen now because this is my only and the only one spectacle of all my illusions. Love, only love that you care, a crimson color love. Admire dark shadows and blinding lights and honor the mysterious perversions you surround them with. enunciate your erotic, inspiring, loving, insane self. and those are my only words of chapter four. I am a body artist but i can paint your mind even better.

he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

it ends here.

may fourth

i have the best lovah' in the world; who brought me two dozen roses for my birthday and a pack of marlboro reds! no one knows better of what i love than my love.


i now also own a holland lop bunny, whom i like to call munchies. come play with it!

She sported diamond stud earrings and white sneakers. She's quick to smile and looks everyone in the eye when she speaks to them. Her life lingers on her fingers, her head buried in a dark blue notebook. Her handwriting is very feminine, with high curves and a soft touch in black ink.
She disregarded the lines and wrote over them
ripped out the pages after she was finished
folded it four times without reading it over
slipped it into her left pocket
and walked out casually through the open door.