

BasilicaI. If crows on telephone poles hung limply squawking parable would you feel so righteous in climbing up to them and breaking their necks?Basilica
Would you wait for their resurrection?
If my mother nailed my hands to my bed posts and my feet to each other and drove a spear far enough  


DrivePlease keep driving my car as long as you don'tDrive
get into an accident. Or I could put the steering wheel on your pillow so you could keep driving while I sleep.
You could park and buy me chicken broth and vegan biscuits carrot sticks and lozenges. Or brush the hair melded to my head with fever sweat onto the pillow and fold your half of the blankets onto me to ensure protection from chill.
Pretend it is less than a decade old, and you don't have to jump start it and that disease is a drug. Drive me to the


Birth ControlI will not speak of hot dishes or unrequited love nor the customization of Midwestern women’s lib I won’t lie awake tonight caressing an invisible partner and fantasizing about the equity of our marriage bed. I refuse to read chick lit and romance novels to myself in the dark to whisper about the plot and deny the smut with my prudish best friends. I will not spy on church couples and their groomed, bred and bowing young because I refuse to count my eggs much less name them I may mention my infertility on first dates mostly to scare away men with average dreamBirth Control
Devious Comments
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My main account: *Viika
My second account ~viikas-fractals
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"To the world you may just be one person, but to one person you may just be the world."
- Sasha xXx
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the major cities of the world are being destroyed one by one by the monsters. oh snap!
Your writting is wonderful. I think I may stalk you
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I wish the milkman would deliver my milk, in the morning,
I would like some milk from the milkman's wife's tits
~Aphex Twin~
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You can't get angry at me; you're an inanimate object!
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Visit my gallery
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
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Farewell the Ashtray Girl
Angelic Fruitcake...
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
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And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
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Kusje van mij
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One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.
-Sophocles
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I love walking in the rain... because nobody knows I'm crying...
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moo.
Thanks!
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My Photoblog
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Whats this "normal" you speak of?
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"Loksins erum vid engin"
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check out this stratagy game: [link]
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...I'd rather be thin than famous...
By the way, I noticed you're in Minneapolis; did you go to perpich?
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check out this stratagy game: [link]
I like your pictures -nods-
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Theres a pill for everything, it just depends on how crazy you are.
To be afraid of the paranormal is like being afraid of your imaginary friend.
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