ill_bare_my_teeth_you_bare_your_soul sabbie beauty can be found everywhere you look 020717 ... werewolf from one unexpected response to another 020718 ... jane unfortunately for me i find myself the other way 020720 ... .-. don't just tear away a few little pieces and leave, stay awhile, it was all yours for the taking anyway now it sits here half-eaten and going to waste 020721 ... pushpins I'm trying to find the shortcut to forever in the spaces between your words and the slight sound of your breath through the wires of my telephone. And maybe its an endless search but you keep me and shape me in the meantime the inbetween moments of my chase, you study my soul as I wait for some sort of impossible kiss because i think i could find forever inbetween your lips. 020721 ... jane that's beautiful 020825 ... sabbie pushpins, thats fucking beautiful 020826 ... pushpins thankyou! renewed_faith 020826 ... sirflaccid The day you open yourself and let it all flood out will be the day I let loose 020826 ... -.:.::eric::.::. Woah, how...feeling. (-: good job. such a strange thing, baring your soul. Some people instictively do it too much, some people just stay inside and don't do anything. 020827 ... Freak He angrily fucked her eager body .............while............... She eagerly fucked his angry mind 020828 ... . . 050109 ... dandy The man who gets angry at the right things and with the right people, and in the right way and at the right time and for the right length of time, is commended. Otherwise he is fucked one way or another. 050109 ... . you are the dream extinguished upon waking that haunts the tip of your tongue for the rest of the hour the safety pin between the cushions of the couch just when it was needed to hold things together the paper bag wet, rumpled and flapping urban flowers that used to hold liquor the last soap resin to go down the drain when wrinkled fingertips ended the shower the forlorn balloon swept out the front door leaving tear-stained eyes that first grasp forever the rotating star in peripheral vision without constellation to fix onto laughter the red wine stain no improvement denies that lies on the carpet and slowly gets wetter the lined paper ball uncrumpled and smoothed a curbside poem in each glaring letter the seat on the subway saved for the lonely and only the truest of pure hearts may enter you are in the pixels of a censored face the plastic crown of cardboard kings just one last thing before I go i'll bare my teeth you bare your soul feels so alone 050109 ... . marked 050110 what's it to you? who go blather from