28.01.17-you are here
Gin
eye
empty
Broken
Soul
Dreams
Bones
X marks the
Spot
You are here
Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
28 January 2017
25 January 2017
24 January 2017
22 January 2017
21 January 2017
17 January 2017
16 January 2017
11 January 2017
10 January 2017
10.01.17-Siren
growly voice scotch and cigarettes
give it me hard love
weapons-grade body
you use
expertly
dance floor
dancing in the sheets
scotch soaked voice
calls me like
Ulysses
no wax to save me
lonely seafarer
under
spell of the sirens
so
far from home
so
close to hell
Sirens call
I crash into you
again
and
again
washing
up
on your shores
08 January 2017
06 January 2017
About Last Night
“She’s so obvious, you like that?” Zoe asks sullen shaking her whiskey rocks at me.
“I look at Savannah drink her. Makeup hair flawless. Tall thick hair framing a lovely face. Savannah gives us a smile. Zoe wraps an arm around me in a gesture that speaks more of possession than it does about affection.
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I flash on last night, “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this” Zoe accusing.
“Like what?” I answer downing my drink. Looking into Zoe’s pale blue eyes she is interrogating me silently Finally she says” Flirting with Bimbo in the 6 inches red fuck me pumps, high as all fuck I see a strangers face, not the one I trust.”
I “I just hello, as she walked past me at the bar. “ I answer.
“You casually raised an eyebrow and that suggestive smile, as you brushed by and sent a few sparks.Now I am watching you watching her watching you. In case you forgot I am not so hard to look at, and my breasts cost less than hers. What exactly are you on so I can tell the EMT’s?”
“Nothing hard, gin some Kush, and think that's it I drove here,” I answer.
******
“”I like you remember?” I answer.
”Last night, I left there was your chopper, and I remember trying to figure out which car was Miss Stray Pussy?” I knew you were mad and she was into you I am surprised she can walk today.
“Sssh, I say putting my finger on her lips. I grab the back of her head and kiss her.
“Let's quit talking about last night, and go some place.
“She isn’t me just a pale pretender. When I am done with you will have no memories of last night.
“She’s so obvious, you like that?” Zoe asks sullen shaking her whiskey rocks at me.
“I look at Savannah drink her. Makeup hair flawless. Tall thick hair framing a lovely face. Savannah gives us a smile. Zoe wraps an arm around me in a gesture that speaks more of possession than it does about affection.
*******************
I flash on last night, “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this” Zoe accusing.
“Like what?” I answer downing my drink. Looking into Zoe’s pale blue eyes she is interrogating me silently Finally she says” Flirting with Bimbo in the 6 inches red fuck me pumps, high as all fuck I see a strangers face, not the one I trust.”
I “I just hello, as she walked past me at the bar. “ I answer.
“You casually raised an eyebrow and that suggestive smile, as you brushed by and sent a few sparks.Now I am watching you watching her watching you. In case you forgot I am not so hard to look at, and my breasts cost less than hers. What exactly are you on so I can tell the EMT’s?”
“Nothing hard, gin some Kush, and think that's it I drove here,” I answer.
******
“”I like you remember?” I answer.
”Last night, I left there was your chopper, and I remember trying to figure out which car was Miss Stray Pussy?” I knew you were mad and she was into you I am surprised she can walk today.
“Sssh, I say putting my finger on her lips. I grab the back of her head and kiss her.
“Let's quit talking about last night, and go some place.
“She isn’t me just a pale pretender. When I am done with you will have no memories of last night.
05 January 2017
04 January 2017
03 January 2017
01 January 2017
destroyed
Destroyed
“What were you like, before, she who ruined for all women you left you destroyed?” Tami-Lyn asks rattling her whiskey rocks. I notice she’s nervous.
“Lost me soul so long ago, I can’t recall, love,” I answer. I am not listening letting the music wash over me Lou Reed’s” Heroin”. I am studying her trying to remember what attracted me to her. I am sussing it was that feral vibe, and she oozes sex, and idiot savant for painting I could take the bait. I could mention that her friends with cameras for eyes have already told me about (Toby a name I actually associate with Hassidim girls in Crown Heights.)
“You think I don’t know about the inked out bimbo with the nice big cum on my boobs! tits ” Tami-Lynn accuses.
“ T&T, “ I ask the bartender sliding the empty glass. “ Did he break your heart, destroy your delusions of love and now I am, as good as basically better than any? It comes out cold, matter of fact. Her pale blue eyes mist up.
I say what comes to mind “You want us, to slag him off.” Suddenly very aware of the switchblade in my pocket. Tami-Lynn laughs throw arms around me a giving salty deep kiss.
“Oh god all you know to break an arm, or buy flowers,” Tami-Lynn said
says laughing. she wraps around me.
I am flawed, ancient, and unrepentant. I might just take out Toby on general principles. I am not a weepy millennial, who happened to a woman way out of his league. I am something that nothing in his life could have prepared him for me .
“You can call me by her name and, make love to me. I’ll wear my little black dress and fuck me hard pumps for you .” Tami-Lynn said. a sad look on her face and a quiver in her voice and upper lip.
“I am with you, not her, she is dead you know “ I answer taking her hand kissing it softly. “Sometimes in bed, your body is next to me but you’re in some unreachable place I wonder” Tami-Lynn. Staring earnestly.
I don’t want nor need to call you by her name, and please don’t become a suicide Blonde. Each one takes a piece of me I am not destroyed. I don’t believe in Angels, then I look at you and wonder. I wasn’t destroyed just changed better, or worst? I have always been radge. Do I exist betwixt worlds, that could have been the good kit. Don’t over think it. Just be with me. Just be us. Don't be destroyed
Destroyed
“What were you like, before, she who ruined for all women you left you destroyed?” Tami-Lyn asks rattling her whiskey rocks. I notice she’s nervous.
“Lost me soul so long ago, I can’t recall, love,” I answer. I am not listening letting the music wash over me Lou Reed’s” Heroin”. I am studying her trying to remember what attracted me to her. I am sussing it was that feral vibe, and she oozes sex, and idiot savant for painting I could take the bait. I could mention that her friends with cameras for eyes have already told me about (Toby a name I actually associate with Hassidim girls in Crown Heights.)
“You think I don’t know about the inked out bimbo with the nice big cum on my boobs! tits ” Tami-Lynn accuses.
“ T&T, “ I ask the bartender sliding the empty glass. “ Did he break your heart, destroy your delusions of love and now I am, as good as basically better than any? It comes out cold, matter of fact. Her pale blue eyes mist up.
I say what comes to mind “You want us, to slag him off.” Suddenly very aware of the switchblade in my pocket. Tami-Lynn laughs throw arms around me a giving salty deep kiss.
“Oh god all you know to break an arm, or buy flowers,” Tami-Lynn said
says laughing. she wraps around me.
I am flawed, ancient, and unrepentant. I might just take out Toby on general principles. I am not a weepy millennial, who happened to a woman way out of his league. I am something that nothing in his life could have prepared him for me .
“You can call me by her name and, make love to me. I’ll wear my little black dress and fuck me hard pumps for you .” Tami-Lynn said. a sad look on her face and a quiver in her voice and upper lip.
“I am with you, not her, she is dead you know “ I answer taking her hand kissing it softly. “Sometimes in bed, your body is next to me but you’re in some unreachable place I wonder” Tami-Lynn. Staring earnestly.
I don’t want nor need to call you by her name, and please don’t become a suicide Blonde. Each one takes a piece of me I am not destroyed. I don’t believe in Angels, then I look at you and wonder. I wasn’t destroyed just changed better, or worst? I have always been radge. Do I exist betwixt worlds, that could have been the good kit. Don’t over think it. Just be with me. Just be us. Don't be destroyed
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