hungry in america

i'm hungry. was totally spoiled with pizza and 2 whopper juniors yesterday, and now i expect him to wrangle us up some dinner. i'm too much.

i'm trying to feed myself with other things like cigarettes and information and music.

not sure about the gas situation today.

"i would like to own your photograph. the angels cry to have your photograph."


is it possible for someone to trigger an unraveling in someone else's mind? what if that unraveling turned into a blessing after years and years of discomfort and bellyaching and stuff? would she recognize me? if she were a knight, which chess piece was i that day, on the other side of the board?

i guess if i could choose, i'd have been a bishop. they're always fun to use and there's often another one to pick up where you left off.

i don't believe i'm so hungry anymore.

our love was always so incestuous. holding hands was like, way too much.


do you need me, old friend? are you counting on me to give you my blessings? i already have. i know you will feed us on that day.