i can still go there

i would like to breath in air that smells different... Chicago, at its best, is barbeque and sweat, but winter is coming and whether or not soot has a smell my nose will conspire with my eyes to make one.


-samantha

how to serve man.

that's not a hand. ii's a claw. and this is not a song. it's an exorcism of numbness. we are not in my bedroom anymore. it's a prison camp that i've been stuck in. this isn't skin. it's a scramble suit with a thousand me's rotating. that's not your mouth, its a boredom generator powered by irritation. we aren't a couple. we're isolationists who tried to use the buddy system. and that wasn't sex. It was a competition for power that I'm clearly winning.

this ain't a break up. i like to think of it as a stay of execution.

you're not a woman. you're a piranha with cutlery for dentured up smile. and i'm not a man. i'm an incomplete punchline to a joke i don't understand.

once we've mastered the art of being feeling-less we'll be able to do this.



-lamon

paris, je t'aime quartier de la madeleine

-lfm

this is what the aliens will see.

where on earth are all these friendly, naked white people?

the miles ache like stillborns and cherubim choked on words to sweeten my failures and your therapist's notes.

-lfm

FUCK

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