Thanks Steve

I am crunched up in a ball on the floor of my shower

I am bunched up in a hall on the shore of my flower

I am lunching up in a waterfall on the more of my power

I am lunging up a waterfall to pick you flowers

I am hunching fucked, mall dance slower

I am crunching up the floor of my bower

I am lunching on lemons and they are sour.

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kaffe in katmandu: Low (Extract)

kaffeinkatmandu:

Grief is paralyzing after a break up. I don’t feel any forward momentum. The sadness is unrelenting and overwhelming. I am living in a black hole. Remember the sheet? The sheet can’t break (the sheet is a metaphor my dear). I am so fat and low and sunk that everything is attracted towards me….

Another extract from my increasingly lengthy novel(la) which is provisionally titled “Low” I’m about to pass the 30 000 word mark and feel weird at just having written something so long. I don’t know if it’s any good and am having doubts about my status as a minor figure on the alt lit scene.

kaffe in katmandu: Low (Extract)

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Poetry by Emily Dickinson: Dear Bebe Zeva

poetrybyemilydickinson:

Dear Bebe Zeva
I’ve got another confession to make
I voted for Bush

Dear Bebe Zeva
I’ve got another confession to make
I play pool
I play Palin
I play Perry

Dear Bebe Zeva
I’ve got another confession to make
I’m a drug mule

Bebe Zeva
I’ve got another confession to make
I…

Another epic is up by me, focusing mainly on my familiar themes of somewhat famous teens and nudity.

Poetry by Emily Dickinson: Dear Bebe Zeva