from_the_past jane as my body passed by the belladonnas i am reminded of their siren song scent luring me like a sailor forever to be lost at sea... only film between the food and this irregular pit-stop and my damage has already doubled over like a choking man. doubled down like a decent blackjack hand. maybe it's just me, but reverting to a solitary high life only conjures the monster of self-doubt, crippled only by that halo of hope that i am indeed playing those cards right. i am reminded of being a younger passionfruit and retracing all the wags up my thighs, lines that sometime ceased access. has she given up on me? my interest sprouting up like mushtooms - prolific, and yet she hates mushrooms. so why bother? 150126 ... THIS FUCKING DAY *mushrooms 150126 ... jane [found on a crumpled napkin in my wallet. i'll see her sing tonight.] for red. [illegible] the marks [illegible] your predator [illegible] your songs, all about the ways he breaks your heart makes us want to break his face. my strings snap and burst for you. and when the cat's got your tongue you can sing out to me i'll name my daughter your disease 150313 what's it to you? who go blather from