Thursday, September 25, 2008

))<>((



the deadly syndrome

Keep it to yourself
Make your life a living hell
Die a little every day
Most people die that way;


-animals wearing clothes.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

estou doente de ti.
quero te fora, mas não tenho anti-corpos para te expulsar de mim.
não há antibóticos, nem vacinas.
arranho-te, mas só me dóis mais.

quero esquecer.

tomara que fosse assim tão simples.

Monday, September 22, 2008

temporary life


The morning sun's about to break
I'm looking in as you create someone
You lift your head and brush your teeth
And make your bed as if you won't sleep again
You fix your hair and tie your shoes
And tuck your shirt and now you feel new

The glass is full, the glass is broke
And every day dissolves and there's no hope
Of ever leaving this temporary life
Of ever leaving this temporary life

You may ask yourself, "Is there anyone so alone?"
But there's no beep before the dial-tone
When you pick it up to see who called
If there is, it's probably your mom

But, oh, the rising sun brings little cheer
To this city with the stolen name
And you're wondering whose bright idea
It was to pack your things and leave your friends
And move down here

Monday, September 1, 2008

002

i like my body when it is with your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings