S H A M E

i’m still so fucking baked 

finished using my dildo and basically orgasming over how much i just want to get fucked so hard by him again 

oh god

and now i’m going to eat pizza

btw happy birthday dad

doesn’t it sound like the sea?

how can there be any meaning

when the memories we keep closest to our hearts

are as ephemeral as dry lips in the snow

remember when the electricity had gone out in the forest?

the shadow of the atmosphere kissed me then

and i knew it was really you

but it felt like so much more

i want to fall away from your arms

into a nest of fast cars

and you would see the laughter in my eyes

as i think about the times i had fallen in love

but not with you 

i will be the sins of jesus christ 

when the headlights shower my body in bright dust 

just before i reach the freeway 

cum in my open mouth 

so that the last thing i’ll ever taste is you

i experienced a tsunami of flesh and found the heart of passion within people who were listening to the same music as I was. we were all on different levels of the consciousness, but our bodies would rub and bruises each others. and then she came before my eyes: alice glass. she was god at that moment. everything depended on her. i may have even felt that the reality of my existence depended on her.