jukebox

you've got this new head filled up with smoke and i've got my veins all tangled close to those jukebox bars you frequent, the safest place to hide.

a long night spent with your most obvious weakness, you start shaking at the thought. you are everything i want, because you're everything i'm not...

and we lay together, just not too close.

how close is close enough?

i just want to break you down so badly.

in the worst way.

my inarticulate, store-bought, hangover hobby-kit it talks... and it says "you, oh, you are so cool." you're scissor-shaped across the bed.

you are red.

violent red.

you hollow out my hungry eyes.

you hollow out my hungry eyes...

just not too close...

how close?

how close is close enough...

-louis

Thursday, No Answers

Can you feel it in the dead of night?
I thought of releasing the thetans Friday night and felt a sense of horror. The request to let go of the demons haunted my mind. The webcast that drove me insane. "I can hear the ocean when I say your name."