ishmael [2:51 PM]:
he sends me a text message last night asking me if i would be opposed to referring to him as 'primetime' from now on
ishmael [2:51 PM]:
and i told him if he doesnt mind calling me 'the hotness' we're game on
ishmael [2:51 PM]:
so now all text messages are tagged with the signature '- primetime'
ishmael [2:52 PM]:
'how was the hotnesses day?' - primetime
ishmael [2:53 PM]:
'primetime slept in. prime time got some school work in, prime time helped his uncle and they watched the game. primetime's team won their game. prime time is now heading home. - enrique
ishmael [2:54 PM]:
'-primetime'
ishmael [2:54 PM]:
( cuz i guess he forgot he wasn't enrique anymore, then had to let me know he remembered with a text containing just his new name hyphenated from nowhere)
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
breaking badly timed news
sundays dont make sense sometimes....they have a shine that never
lacks the lustre of being free, though it's imminently connected to
truncation....stop trying to understand and just
break down under the fevered need for fire and blood and cede to the
desires i know i cant satiate tomorrow or the next life.
do yerself the justice of knowing that dead mans curs(V)e is more than
just east of eden and making sure that the importance of rebellion is
never far from being lost and broken and trying to kill the remembrances of the ones you
love.
to and from atlanta. i can smell the georgian peach juice all
over their state, stinking from the humid heat in moustaches and
eighties glasses and camouflage tank tops with orange neon swimming
trunks.....
'how do i feel? - i feel all fucking hopped up on froot loops and
cap'n crunch and a plethora of other incorrectly spe'lt cereals.
2 for 1.
, and dont fucking
mispronounce it - it's nav-a HO!!!!!!@!!!!!!!!!!!!'
it's a two headed escutcheon.
it's a talent. being dual - lipped. one to talk out of
and one to make my point with.
!hoo-rah.
lacks the lustre of being free, though it's imminently connected to
truncation....stop trying to understand and just
break down under the fevered need for fire and blood and cede to the
desires i know i cant satiate tomorrow or the next life.
do yerself the justice of knowing that dead mans curs(V)e is more than
just east of eden and making sure that the importance of rebellion is
never far from being lost and broken and trying to kill the remembrances of the ones you
love.
to and from atlanta. i can smell the georgian peach juice all
over their state, stinking from the humid heat in moustaches and
eighties glasses and camouflage tank tops with orange neon swimming
trunks.....
'how do i feel? - i feel all fucking hopped up on froot loops and
cap'n crunch and a plethora of other incorrectly spe'lt cereals.
2 for 1.
, and dont fucking
mispronounce it - it's nav-a HO!!!!!!@!!!!!!!!!!!!'
it's a two headed escutcheon.
it's a talent. being dual - lipped. one to talk out of
and one to make my point with.
!hoo-rah.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
one of these mornings
".....summertime,
and the livin' is easy
fish are jumpin'
and the cotton is high...."
5ive for the honey
one for the honey and
several more to get the courage up.
not asking and not kissing
is the most telling sign
of the season.
notes so low and structured. hounds teeth teal mock blue reverse sky word proclivities.
slow down, try to stay awake.
thriving on the chaos for the hearts and stakes.
shoes matching gaze matching beat matching fathoms
and more archaic euphemisms for
depth.and
the death. of my character.
and never the twain shall meet.
several more to get the courage up.
not asking and not kissing
is the most telling sign
of the season.
notes so low and structured. hounds teeth teal mock blue reverse sky word proclivities.
slow down, try to stay awake.
thriving on the chaos for the hearts and stakes.
shoes matching gaze matching beat matching fathoms
and more archaic euphemisms for
depth.and
the death. of my character.
and never the twain shall meet.
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