I just need to have it be heard that I just realized I hate most of my friends.
I guess we shouldn't call them friends anymore.
That is all.
(If you have to ask if you're on this list, you probably aren't. If I hated you it would be obvious).


From Number 7 Ecceles Street. Stones surroung the old birch doorFrom Number 7 Ecceles Street. by ~psychotickatofdoom
of number seven Ecceles street
like the frames of obscure paintings
on the wall above your drawers
For artists could only dream
to capture the grey pigment
of kicked up dirt - or just rot -
that skips along the bottom of old
black paint like waves made
by a jumping trout testing and taunting
tight wires of a fishing lure.
Paint cannot cover twin rivers
created by cracks flowing down
creaked wood from top to bottom
save the pannel bridging
over both bodies
where the island of a knob
waits with patience for a familiar hand
declaring its return.
Sculpters could never mold
the clouded fac


Surreal Experiances It was one blurry lightSurreal Experiances by ~psychotickatofdoom
that dulled my eyes not
as if I sat in front of the wide
audience but behind
the girl who did; watching
her be haloed by that light seeing
past her the backdrop of
one hundred onlookers
talking about the rape.
And at the corner table
where I don't remember much
of the conversation like
I was sitting across
from the couple, where the girl
mirrored in the window offers up
- swears to God - she'd love
to hit him right now,
just one more person to walk
right on out after it happened.
But there was no one else this time.
I stepped out of that car
at twelve fifty one a.m.
in front of the old church


Correction: An Editorial I take it back.Correction: An Editorial by ~psychotickatofdoom
I hate the bracelet she made me.
A thirteen year old boy unwinds
the noose around his neck.
I dont like the way your mouth tastes
after youve had a cigarette.
This never happened.
That man never touched me,
ever.
When I look from side to side,
thinking on which door to take I
will not take the one on my left.
The old woman never died,
she never was sick.
I dont miss your arms around me.
She never stopped calling,
and I always picked up.
You wont see me looking lonely, you
wont come over to see whats wrong.
Planes never hit buildings,
frightened people never jumped
to