

UntitledYou let me have a bite on the cupcake in your hand. It was sweet, not so complicated unlike you and I.Untitled
That was this morning.
Us, we are not a butterfly and a flower in photographs. Or bee and honey, honeybees, honey, no no not so practical,
practically beautiful.
We are in our low low point
and yet &n


NahlaI look for you in the expressions of silly little girls or deep in the windings of their tangled hair- black, of course. And when Spring arrives, yellow buses become fat with the howls of children. Some of them bounce off at stops, and I wait for one to be you as if my wishes were fashioned into stones and skipped heedlessly beyond the grasp of God. Every unbounded shoulder of Sun will no doubt bring ample interim.Nahla
Last night, the moonlight swept across your mother's face as I watched her sleep. I think I met you there by the curve of her lips. &


Ignore MeRainfall on the windowpaneIgnore Me
Remembrance that the outside world still exists
The cold draught from the bathroom makes you shiver
Unprotected and suffering, inhibitions returned
Last night now looks like a train wreck
The laughing children in the street sound like a drill to the brain
The ashtray overflows without saying a word
Neither can I
Someone holds a hammer then hit the door with a sharp nail My throat's parched, my lungs blackened
I don't care There are so many things that worth more attention Than a drunken man with a fucked up mind Emphaticall
-R
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Ryan "El Zorrito"
-R
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Ryan "El Zorrito"
you can always be a feminist.
Ha.
Feminists don't write?
-R
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Ryan "El Zorrito"
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
Sent you a note.
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Want some zinvandel?
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