steel typhoid this knife in my hands sharp blade, knick knick scratch a single finger points the way gleaming shadows of the day fade as it is night first s trickle, then a spatter a downpour onto the flowers the roses are already red 000226 ... Tiffa The cold ring of steel pervading the silence does not move me. I stay. Another erotic thing is the feel of cold steel on one's body It turns me on like no other... 000521 ... brill sparse bloody_potato_chip 010102 ... god foam 011018 ... mahdi preparation. fate. by the sacred hilt i swear i will not rest until we're free. 021218 ... ever dumbening i run my hand across the thick bar-stock, following the gentle curve to the ground-down end where it meets a leaf. i feel the back where the weld is. fine work. i trace the line of stitches that run the circumference of the lavender-mint, silk eye bag that she handed me to take a sliver of the edge off the headache. spectacular pinot noir finished the last waking moments. i enter her again. i love how the generations of wisdom cascade down and enter my eyes to appreciate, re-interpret, relearn. as we weave in and out of time and mindfulness. 050417 ... unhinged i grew up in the rust belt i've seen the effects of broken steel for my entire life and my generation grew up with heroes like kurt and trent and billy; no wonder we all can't find the will to live 050417 ... snarl. hello emo. 050609 ... thieums Steel, HAH! So barbaric. -- a piece of copper 050722 ... unhinged in my eyes in my heart in my blood 220911 what's it to you? who go blather from