Friday, September 08, 2006
It's a phase most gayers go through...
I didn't really want to post this one as it seems a bit naff... But then i thought, what the hell!
Indigestion. I can't stop writing. I can't start writing. Something good please. I'll have two orgasms. One intense bed sheet gripping, one full - body please. Maybe finished with a dessert. And caffeine free coffee. One mint or two? Because you've bought me a drink I guess you have some rights. I've been tipped over with alcohol. Nice and easy. I've been covering up my cracks too much with social butterfly tendencies. I give myself no time to stop and think. Apart from when hugging my knees and fighting the nausea on the toilet leaning against the Formica and graffiti. I've tired myself out, I won't resist you. Have my hollow body. When you've finished there'll be nothing left. I'll try and fill it up with hot tea. Peppermint or chamomile? Vodka? Can you see through my exterior? I'm quite proud you can't. Yes I have such a fun life. Cue smile of the clown. Yeah fuck and flirt and have fun and drink the emptiness away. But that doesn't really work does it... deception and silly shoes and a drunk smile and a pillow that shares no secrets at 3 in the morning. It's all so gloriously decadent. ¶ 4:24 pm
Indigestion. I can't stop writing. I can't start writing. Something good please. I'll have two orgasms. One intense bed sheet gripping, one full - body please. Maybe finished with a dessert. And caffeine free coffee. One mint or two? Because you've bought me a drink I guess you have some rights. I've been tipped over with alcohol. Nice and easy. I've been covering up my cracks too much with social butterfly tendencies. I give myself no time to stop and think. Apart from when hugging my knees and fighting the nausea on the toilet leaning against the Formica and graffiti. I've tired myself out, I won't resist you. Have my hollow body. When you've finished there'll be nothing left. I'll try and fill it up with hot tea. Peppermint or chamomile? Vodka? Can you see through my exterior? I'm quite proud you can't. Yes I have such a fun life. Cue smile of the clown. Yeah fuck and flirt and have fun and drink the emptiness away. But that doesn't really work does it... deception and silly shoes and a drunk smile and a pillow that shares no secrets at 3 in the morning. It's all so gloriously decadent. ¶ 4:24 pm
