the walls
they’re white
does that mean they’re blank?
or merely full of hidden meaning?
what’s in a laugh?
is that sarcasm…
or that hollow choke burning
up from inside?
i’m so full of questions
do you think i’ll make it
to the point
of concentration?
or will i just buckle-
into a deep, orgasmic
scream
that will hurt your ears
and make you close your eyes
against the ferocity
and quickly clap-
your hands over your ears
oh…
...dont be unsatisfied
i’m the one who’s frustrated.
..........day 130 by bandita
Nouvelle Bardotmontana ♥
stop me if you think that you've heard this one before ♥
I like pretty things.
I think that there is nothing more amazing in the world than capturing a single moment forever.
I like coffee that tastes like cheap hotel soap.
I like to do my laundry in laundromats just because of the orange washing machines and neon plastic chairs and the people you meet there.
And, I am in love with David Bowie to the point that its far beyond being ironic anymore.
Aside from that…I am currently writing a few darling little series -
Fritz and Zooey : (5751)
Letters to Amberly: (22309)
The Verna Series: (20956)
Open Mic Night: (28068)
Mary Jane’s Last Dance: (20174)_
I am also contributed to a series with Culture Shock w/Mike Schwartz and the infamous THX 0477 that never got a title, but is really quite rad:
http://ficlets.com/stories/20366
Member, League of Awesomeness, bearing the title of Mmse. Lola, Ambassador of All Things Awesome.
Published on April 19, 2008.
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