guitar (electric) recording

1:37pm 4/11

I let the marks of unattended
      distances invigorate.
they await silently
      disintegrating on my (face) suret

There is blood on my hands
I let it drip
   as I slowly wipe it off on my staggering lips.

Yet there are marks of their
    ambiguous existences,
             distances are unmarked--
you see the sign- but you
                     don't know where it's
                                leading.

I don't ask why-
   [why]  I have to live-
              - live it through...
                              not anymore.

a wanna b a rbllgrrl

'i'd like to have a laser penis'

said she.

'so everytime i got a hard-on i could go "cheuuww cheuuuw".'