Itch
I claw at myself, an
inherent act.
Learned lesson of
not good enough, of
uniform
failure. A lifelong
rash.
They leap at me, with
forks
and spoons to eat me.
Brains like black
caviar
devoured by blind egg
hunters.
A mere hors d’oeuvre
before the feast of my
eyes.
Dig them from their
deep
blue sockets, to reach
the itch.
Random Linkage!
Did you see my Lady Gaga news from yesterday? I'm kinda gobsmacked by it, really.
And how cool to be included here on OUT's best book list for 2012? (David Levithan, you are a rock god.)
Random Screenshot Bonus.
I don't think I'll be making good on any other blog promises for the next two weeks. I am so close to finishing Max Black and it's...um...kinda due soon.
Random Linkage!
Did you see my Lady Gaga news from yesterday? I'm kinda gobsmacked by it, really.
And how cool to be included here on OUT's best book list for 2012? (David Levithan, you are a rock god.)
Random Screenshot Bonus.
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Um. Look. Seriously. I'm pretty sure there's a Jamiroquai song about this. |
I don't think I'll be making good on any other blog promises for the next two weeks. I am so close to finishing Max Black and it's...um...kinda due soon.
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