he's a real asshole, that cat.

so the black cat's on
hunger strike again; says he
doesn't like this new kind

of kibbles -- maybe
because they are triangles ?
the old ones were square.

he recognizes
shapes now, eh ? joke's on him 'cause
i don't give a shit.

mystery solved.

just bit my nail and
tasted a strange taste. kinda
medicinal, but

not at all minty.
foreign, pleasant. lanolin ? no.
a-ha ! it's perfume.

it's that moment when
your gums stop quivering at
my breast, and you thrust

yourself into a
perfect back bend, while kneading
my thigh with your toes.

baptism

tonight i'll tilt my
head back and let the liquor
wash away my sins.