May 2009
19 posts
“It’s that rugrat shit.”
Except from The Great Towns by Freidrich Engels
“The hundreds of thousands of all classes and ranks crowding past each other, are they not all human beings with the same qualities and powers, and with the same interest in being be happy? And have they not, in the end, to seek happiness in the same way, by the same means? And still they crowd by one another as though they had nothing in common, nothing to do with one another, and their only...
Friday May 1st, 2009
The sex is so loud that I can no longer hear myself think. I’ve been dooped and dizzily I wait as DeVito is drowned by the singing bed. I am neither bored nor nourished, as they lay around and reminisce with there nose bleeds and vilinous tantrums. I contemplate what it would take to survive a heist of the heart. I haven’t climaxed and DeVito never helped.
