inches and falling.

i’m not sure if i’m bored, tired, or what, but I feel sick and angry like all the time. I don’t want people touching me, talking to me, banging on the fucking tables… everything makes me mad. i’m fucking tired of noise.

littleloren:

I have some serious sexual frustration right now.

wd-40

• Spray on fingers to make smoother finger-spinning for freestyle Frisbee players
• Lubricates inner tubes for faster sledding
• Spray on glass bottles before drilling holes (to make lamps)
• Creates pretty rainbow formations when applied to empty aquariums
• Frees stuck hands from narrow bars (stairwells)
• Lubricates fingers stuck in hole
• Use can to prop open windows
• Reduces friction on cardboard box for mini-hockey game
• Spray in rubber over-booties to make putting them on easier
• Contractors use bottom of can to draw perfect circles while in the field. Use cap for smaller circles
• Use full cans for bookends
• Use a full can for a nifty paperweight
• Removes a Boa Constrictor stuck in engine compartment of cars
• Spray on slip and slide to enable baseball sliding practice indoors
• Keeps snake and reptile skins pliable in taxidermy
• Removes cell phone antenna glue from glass
• Removes melted gum from dashboards
• Cleans salt-impregnated ice from the soles of Doctor Marten’s boots
• Removes crayon from dashboard
• Removes dog slobber from dash and seats in vehicle
• Removes crayon from clothes dryer (make sure to unplug dryer first)
• Removes crayon from compressed wood furniture
• Removes crayon from wallpaper
• Removes crayon from carpet
• Removes crayon from plastic
• Removes crayon from toys
• Removes crayon from chalk boards
• Cleans and protects pitchforks
• Cleans melted vacuum belt from carpeting
• Removes crayon from television screen
• Removes crayon marks from glass
• Removes crayon marks from glass
• Removes crayon from plastic tables
• Cleans crayon off of rock walls
• Removes glue from refrigerator
• Removes crayon from place mats
• Removes crayon from sofas
• Removes melted plastic from toaster oven
• Cleans magazines for an AK-47
• Removes boot marks from deck of navy boat
• Removes crayon from Formica
• Cleans gum from chicken feathers
• Protects metal bars on glockenspiels
• Cleans salt-impregnated ice from the soles of my work boots
• Cleans milking machine pulsator
• Eases removal of solidified spitballs
• Removes crayon from ceramic items
• Prevents rust and cleans Katana swords
• Cleans gum from turtle shells
• Removes residue left by double-backed toupee tape
• Cleans ostrich eggs for craft use
• Cleans rust off Santa’s sleigh runners
• Removes depilatory wax from floors
• Lubricates ashtray for easy sliding

just so everyone knows

i’m gonna grow up to be an old ugly cat lady because i am chronically unloved.

k.

i feel so small
caught up in a world full of giants
i’m a living breathing fire hazard
and you know that all too well.

i can sleep without you now
but sometimes i still need you
i wonder if you think of me
in your busy world out there
do you remember the way we used to dance?
caught up in each other’s eyes like you were my world.

now you’ve got this brand new way you wear your hair
and a whole lot of stories to tell
me? i’ve got nothing but old baggage
with a new name.

you make me feel like nothing
and it’s so strange
since we used to be
the ground we walked on
everything
everything
everything.

xxx


she came in
a haze of smoke and musky perfume
“tell me your name”
she said, she whispered, she cried
“tell me so i can forget it a little sooner”

she was a dream
clad in silk, red from pout to foot
forget-me-nots in her hair
her black hair
her blond hair

it was only a matter of time before she told me who she was
of course
of course

and every bit of glass that crunched beneath her bare feet
was as precious to me as diamonds
it’s hard to say when we met
a lioness in elken folds
did i know you my whole life?
or did we just meet tonight?

my name is

and you will never forget it.

i feel the lick of the flame as you
and then slowly lay your hand on my
we are not nervous
next to the fire
where i ask you softly to
and you comply.
beautiful, how you
and my breath starts to ring in my ears…
oh, my love.

xx

your face is birdsong,
softly calling
from the leaves of the trees
near a lonely river where the willows weep.
your body is that of a languishing Aphrodite,
quick to react but so silent in repose.
you are none of the fury of a thunderstruck sky
but rather the passion of a first kiss
new and exciting
tender and blooming.
you are fine wine and the blush of a vestal virgin
innocent to look,
dangerous to touch.

you are the sun, the wind, the moon.
like a storm of rivers fills the ocean…
i have so much more than you know
inside a mind built for secrets.
and i mean it so much more than i say.
there is blood in our bones
and our feet have walked a million paths to this one.
later to diverge again, but, for now, what is, will be, will always be.
this is more than i can possibly take.
all this fear of things unknown.
but in the quiet moments i feel that your soft slowness
is enough to wake me from my sleep.