If you’re expecting a poem, this isn’t it. It might not even be prose… I don’t know. as I write, a combination of bourbon and rye with a foamy Guinness finish is lapping against the walls of my stomach;
I’m intoxicated, and I feel good… but I digress.
I just want to share the experience.
Anyway, there I was in a Skid Row bar enjoying my whiskey when I overheard a conversation.
Bukowski was mentioned.
I happened to have a copy of ‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’ in my bag, and I -...
'In the name of God, what art thou?' Elizabeth Bennett, 1582
DURING the period covered by this third volume of selected writings – July, 1929 through December, 1931 – H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) continued to live and work in Providence, Rhode Island. The study of her "Book of Margery Kempe" encapsulates the changes in our field during the last twenty years, for, though it was first edited for the Early English Text Society in 1940 and received the attention of distinguished scholars interested in the history of mysticism...
He spent a number of years studying the way my skirt would edge up my thighs as I sat cross legged, across from him.
Pondering, the notion that I may just have been created from his rib, and when I said to him, I love the way you fuck me; I meant that I loved you, but he never quite pondered the literal meaning of such words as he was wedged deep inside me.
I was entirely unaware of the way in which he’d become hungry at the time, whilst curiosity killed the cat, and never did we engage in enough deep & meaningful dialogues about life, the universe and the...
After sitting on the sidelines And watching the view Jesus Christ!!! Wtf was I thinking! How could I be so blind!! I must run home at once!! Get dolled up Grap that spatula and slap that shit on!! And grab my brightest Chickita banana costume AND ROCK THAT SHIT!!!
I got sum STIFF COMPETITION ¯\_(ツ)_/¯(⊙_◎)(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)(๑•﹏•)⊙﹏⊙