fickle trumpet

Someday i'm gonna be just like him. Terry had short red hair, an impish snub nose and glistening chestnut eyes. He wrote for a magazine called "God", which specialized in nude pictures of attractive children. Terry was a charming and intellectual man who knew how to cook, sew and clean. Instead of a penis he had a beautiful tortoise shell ballpoint pen, oh how it wrote! One of his freckles was actually a pupil and often in the middle of storms he would see his High School Janitor. He spoke perfect English and knew every word of the "Sweet Valley High" series. He didn't mean to have red hair,but it was there.

aloha,forever.

Poor,beige me. The pattern I always crave is to crave a pattern. I will never be that person, although there is still time?? Sometimes it's not so simple. I walk through the tunnel and there he is, that crazy black man with the potion. He doesnt care that my entire neck and chest are covered in oozing rashes. He knows what the government has been up to. There are cracks in everything spilling in light of course BUT darkness is more thread like, unwinding,uncoiling,unresponsive. I thought I was unclear but the true true true ultimate beauty is that I float above the clear, I help myself to the feast of layers.

Ben Pagano

Riddle me this...what happens to a chicken when it lays an egg? What does it feel like? Slightly painful? Unbearable? Perhaps divine? My stomach is bloated, my mind is cloudy.

Diner Dyke

Im going to get my period soon and my boobs are swollen and huge. Today on the subway I was seated between an old woman who kept falling asleep on me and a disgusting young Jew on acid (or shrooms,etc)..the Jew said something to me, something I couldn't quite understand..I am upset that I will never know. Few things are more terrifying then a man with glazed,bloodshot eyes. It gives the appearance of a man on the edge, a rapist if you will. After I put the little girl to sleep, I watched a documentary about a girl with no moisture in her skin,and no ability to shed dead skin..thus creating a child with bright red,constantly peeling skin with no distinct facial features. I was disgusted at myself and America for watching this and changed the channel to Degrassi.. just in time to see a girl getting molested by her Father (the girl with the large chin..) Living in New York has exposed me to all shuffles of the sad,and at least once a day I am overwhelmed by sadness for someone or something. I am trying as hard as I can!!! I am still deeply confused about what to do though,matters of the part. My craving is specific and I was once told "never go to the same source for a different outcome." I will meet the Guido of my dreams at the Jersey shore this weekend.

rooftop rick

I always wanted to fuck a redhead but Mama said they was no good. Said the Devil was red too and did I want to go to hell? Ever since I was little I loved that red hair. But I knew Mama wouldnt approve so I had to sneak around. I found me a real pretty little redhead girl at the Beaver hut,took her home and didnt do nothin but touch that hair all night. I smelled it too,smelled like fresh ice cream..smelled like a paper graded by my 7th grade teacher. I wanted to touch her but I was afraid. What if Mama was right?