skip to main | skip to sidebar

Living dead in America

Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 3, 2010

Space Porn

Swollen
Fetid distance.
She manipulates
the isolation of sound.
Amorphous and stuck
It's distance again
calamity abides in dim lit reservoirs
spiked iced droplets entwined with
cells and arteries
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2011 (39)
    • ►  July (13)
    • ►  April (26)
  • ▼  2010 (88)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (22)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (19)
    • ►  June (19)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ▼  April (25)
      • Mucha mucha
      • Lambs
      • Kill Solo
      • Alex
      • Biggie
      • Choose to smile
      • hope fuck
      • Dream Boy
      • FOR REAL, MAN!
      • >drive
      • Therapy
      • Tribal Hexagram
      • Old Airplane Thoughts
      • It works out
      • "Leave me the fuck alone."
      • Creatures of the Night cannot love
      • Facemask
      • Ecstasy
      • Ecirth
      • Is it?
      • The Edited Version
      • "Fuck that," she said
      • Space Porn
      • black lit
      • sliiitch
  • ►  2009 (177)
    • ►  November (18)
    • ►  October (2)
    • ►  September (30)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  July (31)
    • ►  June (2)
    • ►  May (31)
    • ►  April (30)
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  February (28)
    • ►  January (1)

Friends

  • Body Noise
  • bohemian muscadine
  • Fist of Blog
  • Hello, I Love You
  • Paper Cuts and Plastic
My photo
cardboardjesus
I hate myself.
View my complete profile