I don’t know. If I said yes would you let me go down on you?
June 2013
32 posts
“I’m on so many drugs right now that if you killed me and injected my blood you’d get real fucked up and probably die.”
I’ll see you in like a week.
May 2013
340 posts
I’ll be dead soon.
It’s late. I look at my other me, and I take a path that I do not know:
A small path along the plants and between the city - cutting through the forest.
I am just beginning to understand the nature, when all of a sudden, night falls.
I am immersed in a world of silence, but I am not afraid.
I fell asleep a few minutes at most, and when I wake up,
The sun is out and the forest shines a bright light.
I recognize that forest. This is not an ordinary forest, it is a forest of memories.
My memories. The White River and sound, my adolescence.
These tall trees, the women I loved. These birds flying in the distance, my father disappeared.
My memories are not memories.They are there, living near me, hug me and they dance, sing and smile at me.
I look at my hands. I caress my face, and I’m 20 years old.
And I love like I never loved.
I’m the king of my own land.
Facing tempests of dust, I’ll fight until the end.
Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me!
Now and forever, I’m your king!